"I just don't understand them!" Jane remarked as they continued on they way. Looking back she said. "Allison! Wake up girl!" Allison was still standing near the block, watching as the spurts of blood from the headless carcasses slowed. Shaking her head, Allison hurried to join her friends.

Betty reached the basketball booth just as a satisfied customer led away a smiling buxom brunette. "I'm next!" she told the booth keeper, turning and placing her arms behind her.

"Excellent tits!" the man marveled, securing her arms tightly. "Go stand by the basket. Jump up and down so those tits bounce. The customer gets five free throws. Five baskets made and he gets your jugs. Two to four baskets and he gets to whip your tits. Three baskets, three strokes, and so on. Take your place, we have a lineup."

Hurrying over to the basket, Betty bounced in anticipation as the first man took his place. "Oh, I know you can do it!" she told him. Distracted by her tits jiggling as she jumped from on foot to the other, his first shot was an air ball. Disappointment evident in her voice, Betty tried to encourage him. "Take your time. You can still get to whip my firm tits. You'd like that wouldn't you? Taking that whip to my breasts?"

Basketball was apparently not the man's sport. His second and third shots bounced off the rim. The fourth shot went in, leading Betty to squeal. "One more and you get two whacks at my tits!" The fifth shot spun our leaving both Betty and the customer sighing in frustration. Her nipples were so hard with anticipation of a knife, they were crying for attention of any kind. Betty was on the edge of cumming and knew that even the hot pain of the whip slashing her tits would be enough to get her off.

The next customer fared even worse, sinking no free throws. The third managed to sink the first three, but failed to even come close on the final two. Betty was proving to be her own worst enemy, though she was oblivious to this fact. She bounced up and down, her tits flopping, just to one side of the basket and in the shooter's line of sight. Cheering on each shot, desperate to have someone sink all five shots, she had the shooters thinking more of how much fun it would be to slice off her 40C tits than concentrating on the shot.

Irritated at missing the shots, the customer took the flail and whipped the proffered boobs viciously, directly on the erect nipples. Eyes bulging at the force of the blows, Betty could barely breathe. The sudden pain was enough to push her into a small orgasm, which left her strangely unsatisfied. She wanted more. She wanted her tits cut off not whipped.

Ten customers later, she was still waiting. Though most had sunk enough free throws to whip her now well striped tits at least several times, none had come close to sinking all five. The constant whipping of her tender tits, though enough to get her off several times, did not come close to satisfying the gnawing desire of her dripping cunt. Hanging her head, she thought. "Why did I pick this game? They make it look so easy on TV. I though my tits would be gone long ago!"

The booth keeper was thrilled at how this particular cow had behaved. Her obvious desire to have her tits removed and the shooters so distracted, she had lasted three times as long as most of his prizes. Some customers were playing two and three times, desperate to be the one to harvest her jugs.

Hanging her head, exhausted by the level of tension generated by each shot that was made and then the letdown when one was missed, Betty heard a familiar voice. "Hi Sweetie! I've been looking all over for you!"

Betty looked up to see the bus driver slowly bouncing the basketball. "You've kept those luscious tits intact for me." He said. "I remember you want to scream as I slowly debreast you."

"No one's come close to getting all five in!" Betty sobbed. "I'll never lose my tits. And I'm so horny, I could just die!"

""Never is a long time, sweetie" SWISH! The first shot went in. Nothing but net! The booth keeper retrieved the ball. "You just be patient," SWISH! "Let old Bill get to work!" SWISH! "I've been thinking of those tits on my supper plate since you got off the bus." SWISH! "And I mean to have them!"

For the first time Betty was silent. It could happen! She held her breath as the final shot arced its way to the basket. Slightly stronger than the first four, it hit the back rim, Eyes wide, Betty watched as it bounce up in the air, Reaching its peak, it slowly descended … and hit the front rim. Back up in the air it went, hitting the backboard and dropping through the hoop.

"YESSSS!" Betty screamed, leaping in the air. Rushing up to the foul line, she bubbled, "THANK YOU! THANK YOU! No one was coming close! OH, THANK YOU!"

Grinning at her enthusiasm, Bill cupped a tit in one hand. "MMMM! These are going to be tasty!"

"They'll be the best you ever tasted!" Betty assured him. "Let's get them off for you. Please! I've been waiting for hours!"

Placing his arm around her shoulder, Bill ushered her over to the debreasting area. "I love a girl who is eager to have be cut off her tits!"

"You won them fair and square, I want you to have them and enjoy them. Aah, you did promise to do them slowly!"

"I did and I will!" Bill assured her as he untied her arms, "You'll feel every inch of the knife." Leaving her to rub the feeling back in her arms, he viewed the selection of knives available, selecting a eight-inch butcher knife with a ridged wooden handle. Showing the knife to Betty, he asked. "Will this be acceptable to remove those firm titties?" Betty kissed the knife in reply.

Setting the knife down on a table next to the chair, Bill handcuffed his more than willing victim. Leading her over to where a hook dangled from the ceiling, he left her for a moment to sit a stool under the hook. Retrieving a platter from the supply on the knife table, he placed it next to knife. Pulling out his erect cock, he nodded at her. Falling to her knees, she almost devoured him. After several minutes, he grasped her head and slipped his now shiny wet prick from her mouth to sighs of disappointment. Lifting her up, he pulled the hook down and placed her handcuffs on it. When he let go of the hook, it retracted, lifting her arms above her head.

Sitting on the stool he motioned her over. Turning her around, so that she faced away from him, her legs outside his own, he sat her down so that the head of his prick nestled against her anus. Slowly she impaled herself on his hard dick, sighing in contentment as it forced its way deep into her bowel. Reaching bottom, she bounced up and down, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of fullness.

"The knife if you please." He asked Jane. The girls were standing just outside the debreasting area. Naked women only entered the area to have their tits removed. Jane looked around, rushed in and handed him the knife and retreated to safety. She would be back, but only when it was her turn.

Reaching around Betty's torso with his left hand, Bill firmly grasped the her right pebble-like nipple, pulling the tit away from her chest. "Are you ready, my Dear?"

"God yes!! Slice away" Betty stared down at her doomed tit. All she could see was Bill's hand and part of the knife handle, but she could feel the sharp blade of the knife pressing against the soft under curve of her tit. Her puss gushed at the sensation. The knowledge that she was seconds away from seeing the knife appear and her boob falling off had her more aroused than she had ever been in her life.

"You can scream all you want," Bill whispered as he slowly slid the knife back and forth, effortlessly slicing vertically into the girl's tit. The razor sharp knife slipped through the fatty tissue like butter.

Betty howled with glee at the hot pain. "It hurts so good!" she screamed. Pussy juice squirted from her wide-open snatch as she orgasmed uncontrollably, Her anal sphincter pulsated wildly in concert with the spasms of her pussy. As the knife exited the top of her breast, allowing it to drop free into his hand, Bill emptied his balls into her intestines. Betty's head dropped forward as she fainted from the sheer force of her cum.

Placing the dripping breast on the platter, Bill said to the attendant. "Spray her!" Spraying the wound, the attendant stopped the bleeding and applied the bandage. Sitting patiently, Bill waited for Betty to recover. After several minutes, Betty stirred, lifting her head groggily.

"How was that sweetie?" Bill inquired.

"Stupendous!" was the reply. "The best ever! Look, I've got only one tit!" Betty marveled at the sight.

"Not for long!" Bill said. "Now we get to do it again!"

"Oh God! I'll die!" Betty groaned. "It's too much. Two cums like that will kill me!"

"I won your tits fair and square. Remember? You're not backing out are you?" Bill had no intention of leaving with only one boob.

"You're right." Betty sighed. "I can't back out. It would be wrong!" Taking a deep breath, she went on. "Do the other one. They're your tits not mine now and you should take them."

Pulling the left tit away from her chest by its nipple, Bill picked up the knife and began sawing again. "That's my girl! I knew you wouldn't back out!"

The hot pain of the knife slicing through her remaining breast sent Betty even higher than the first time. Her world shrank to the pain in her tit and the burning need of her cunt. Higher and higher she spiraled until her orgasm burst over her driving her into unconsciousness as her remaining tit was cut free. Bill shouted as her asshole clamped down fiercely on his prick as she came. As she slipped into unconsciousness, she relaxed her grip on his prick and once again he poured his load into her ass.

Without being told, the attendant moved in. Removing the knife from Bill's grip and placing it on the table, he took care of the wound on her chest. Placing her left tit on the platter with its mate, Bill held Betty in his arms until she came to. Lifting her off his now deflating prick, he pulled down the hook and unfastened the handcuffs. Throwing her arms around his neck, she kissed him soundly.

"Thank you!" she sobbed. "That was wonderful."

"You're quite welcome." He replied. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get home and cook these tits." Slipping the tits into a small bin, he left.

"Enjoy my tits. Have a wonderful meal!" Betty called after him, but he continued on without acknowledgement.

Rejoining her friends, tears streamed down her face. "He got what he wanted and now I mean nothing. I was nothing but a meal!"

Jane hugged her. "But you got what you wanted too, Betty. A great debreasting and from the look of it, two monster cums!"

Betty brightened at that. Wiping her eyes she said. "You're right. I used him to get what I wanted too. I guess we're even. Though he's got my tits."

The girls hooted uproariously at that. When the laughter subsided, Betty said, "Dana, you're on."

"Finally!" Dana exclaimed. "My poor nipples have hard as rocks watching you girls get your tits sliced and popped." Cupping her 44DD"s, she asked. "Do you think I'll have any trouble finding someone who will want these for dinner?"

"Hardly!" Inez said incredously. "You're carrying enough boob for a dinner for four with leftovers! I hope men don't come to blows over them!!"

Pleased, Dana squeezed her tits, making her nipples bulge. "I hope so! I want these to go to someone who will really appreciate them." Bouncing her tits up and down, she continued. "I saw a really neat booth over on the left. It looked like an adaptation of a dunking tank. Let's go see how they worked that into a debreasting event."

Leading the way, she took the girls over to her choice of booth. "Look," she said, "It's got something to do with wires and baseballs." As she started toward the booth attendant, she heard her name being called. Looking around, she saw a man and a young boy running toward her.

"Dad and Dan! What are you doing here?

Sliding to a stop, her father gasped. "Your mom told us you were coming here. Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Yes." Dana stated firmly. "We lost the cheerleading contest, so we have to give up our tits. It's tradition. You know that. It's always been a possibility."

"Yes." Her father agreed. "But you girls were so good, I never thought it would happen!"

"Well Dad, it did.! And now we pay up. You know, I think you came to talk be out of it because you like fucking my tits so much."

Sheepishly, her father replied. "Well they are the best tits I've ever fucked. So big and soft. They're even better than you mother's. But don't tell her I said that!"

Smiling, Dana reached out and patted his cheek. "Would you like one last titfuck?

"Oh Yes!" His face brightened at the thought.

Settling to her knees, she unzipped his pants and pulled out his rapidly stiffening prick. Lovingly licking the bulbous head, she brought it up to its full nine inches. Running her tongue over the entire shaft, she soon had the shaft glistening with saliva. Moving in closer to the visibly throbbing prick, she placed it in her deep cleavage and pressed her tits together. The head was barely visible. "Fuck my tits, Daddy!" she crooed as she slid her tits up and down the shaft.

Bracing his hands on her shoulders. He began to thrust his hips back and forth in short strokes. Pre-cum, leaking from the tip of his cock, further lubricated the warm channel between her tits. Knowing that it was the last time he would fuck her monster rack, he tried to make it last. Leaning her head forward and extending her tongue, Dana began licking the head of his penis as it appeared on the upstroke. The sensations were too much for him. Driving his hips forward, he lifted her tits up to her face, his prick now extending beyond the swell of her tits. With that last violent thrust, his cock was now close enough for her to get the head in her mouth, With the head in her oral cavity and the shaft and balls still buried in the warm flesh of her tits, she rhythmically squeezed her tits on the trapped balls, eliciting moans from her dad as he emptied himself into her mouth.

When he had finished spurting, Dana reluctantly released him from the confines of her tits. She loved her dad and tit fucks. Sitting back on her heels, she licked her lips, making sure she got all of his cum. Her brother, Dan, stood nearby. His eyes were wide at the spectacle of his dad fucking his sister's tits. Dana noticed the large bulge in his pants. "Why not!" she thought. "They'll be gone in a few minutes!" Shifting her position so that Dan could clearly see her shaved pussy, she said. "Dan, come here!"

Dan looked like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car. His aching prick said "GO!" He had spent many nights jerking off after seeing his sister sunbathing nude in their yard. He knew that his father was fucking both his mother and sister regularly, and he had an idea that they would be receptive if he propositioned them, but had never worked up the courage to approach either of them.

His father clapped him on the shoulder. "Go ahead, boy!" He boomed. "It'll be your only chance and you don't want to miss it."

Crossing to his sister, Dan stood woodenly as she freed his straining prick. "Oh my Dad!" she marveled, "It's bigger than yours! What have Mom and me been missing!" Slurping the boy's prick into her mouth, she quickly got it slick. Recognizing that he was on a hair trigger, she took far less time than she would have liked. Popping the drooling cock into the valley of her tits, she ordered Dan. "Fuck them Dan! Fuck them hard. In a few minutes they'll be on a plate! Fuck them!

Unable to control himself, Dan's hips bucked into a frenzy of motion, fucking his sisters tits like an animal. After only a few strokes, he cried, "I'm cumming!"

Swiftly, Dana corralled the bobbing cockhead in her mouth. Spurt after spurt of warm cum hit her tonsils. ""MMMM!" she savored the taste. After blowing his wad, Dan continued to fuck the warm mountains of flesh surrounding his cock. "Could he?" Dana wondered, squeezing her tits even closer together to increase the pressure and friction. Sure enough, after several minutes of frenzied fucking, Dan dumped another load of sweet cum in his sister's mouth.

Releasing the deflating prick, Dana rose to her feet. "Now, is everyone happy?" Both males nodded. "Okay! Time to lose these tits!" Striding over to her chosen booth, she presented herself to the booth attendant. "I'd like to lose my tits here!" she told him.

Unable to help himself, the attendant reached out and cupped the gigantic mammaries. "Beautiful!!" he exclaimed,. "This works best with big tits and these are the biggest I've seen for days! Damn! Why did I have to be on today? You can't harvest tits for your own use while you're on duty." He explained to Dana. "I'd love to have these beauties.

"Could you explain how you do it?" Dana asked. "I've never seen this booth before."

Leading her into the booth, The attendant stated proudly. "It's brand new!Two strands of piano wire are attached to eyebolts on the two boards on either side of the equipment. The boards are on swivel joints. We wrap the piano wire in an X around the tits. The boards are attached to a motor, which in turn is attached to that arm with the target on it. The customer throws the baseball at the target. When the target is hit in the bullseye with enough force, it starts the motor. The motor starts and pulls the boards apart. The two piano wires tighten instantaneously and end up side by side, slicing through the tits. The tits go flying through the air! It's really something! The best part is that it takes about six seconds after the target is hit for the pressure to build up before the boards move, so the cow knows its coming!"

Backing her up to the vertical pole in the center, he said. "Scoot up onto the dildo. Ass or cunt, it's your choice." Dana tried to get the dildo into her heated pussy, but found that her ample ass was too big for the small seat.

"I guess it's my ass then." She said, adjusting her position to slide the thick dong into her anus.

"Yeah, That happens a lot." The attendant stated. We'll have to rethink that." Taking her arms, he strapped them together behind the pole, Her tits thrust out magnificently. Pinching the nipples, he again told her, "Magnificent! This will be quite a show!"

Pulling the two boards into position, he carefully adjusted them so that the eyebolts were centered properly. Using a laser level he ensured they sat at the midpoint the her displayed tits as seen from the side "That's important," he told her," for a clean cut". After the eyebolts were at the right level, he took the piano wires and adjusted them around her jugs. The first wire was fed under her left tit, up her cleavage and over the top of her right tit. The other wire went under her right tit and over left tit, encasing them in an "X". After her tits were wrapped, he adjusted the distance between the boards, tightening the wires so that they sank slightly into the skin at the top over her breasts next to the chest wall. "That's so they stay in position. You don't want the top wires to slip down. You'll only lose half a tit if that happens. You're all set." He said, caressing her tits one last time. "From the looks of these nipples, you're looking forward to it!"

"Oh yes!" she breathed, her pussy helplessly juicing as her arousal grew with the knowledge that her debreasting was at hand.

Her father was beside himself with excitement at the explanation of the game. "Dan! You're a pitcher! You can do this! Just think! We can take her tits home with us!"

As the attendant exited the set up area, he rushed over to him. "How much?"

"Five dollars for three balls." was the reply.

"Here's twenty! Dan! Come on! Twelve tries! You're a great pitcher! Remember look and throw. "

Taking a ball, Dan toed the line. Assuming the pitching stance, he went into his windup and threw. "Thump" the ball hit the target, but nothing happened.

"Has to be a certain amount of force." The attendant told him. "That was a change-up. You'll need a fast ball."

Nodding, Dan motioned for his dad to toss him another ball. Once again, he took his stance, his eyes narrowed in concentration. Winding up he let fly with his best fastball. "Thump!" the target rang with the force of the blow. Immediately the motor started.

All eyes focused on Dana as she sat impaled, waiting. Her eyes wide open in anticipation, she squealed. "It's coming. Oh My Tits! Oh My God! Oh My God!"

The two boards slammed apart with a bang, the two strands of wire slicing through her huge tits effortlessly as they straightened. Dana screeched. "Oh My God! I'm Cumming!" as her tits flew through the air before her eyes. Cunt juice splashed in spurts from her spasming pussy as she watched her severed tits land with a "Splat" on the floor of the booth. Looking down at the bloody circles where her breasts once rode proudly, she orgasmed again.

The attendant sprayed her chest and slapped on the required bandages. After completing the first aid, he unfastened her arms. Completely worn out physically by her debreasting, she couldn't pull herself off the dildo stretching her rectum. He had to lift her of the anal invader, Half-carrying her to the front table, he leaned her against it while he retrieved the tits lying on the floor. Packaging the still warm jugs, he presented them to Dan.

Returning to the table, he found Dana still lying on it as she tried to find the energy to stand. Legs spread, her still dilated asshole visible, she panted. Stepping behind her, the attendant pulled out his cock and promptly plugged her asshole. "If I can't have the tits, I should at least have a fuck!" he told the supine girl.

Energized by the warm prick pounding her ass, and enjoying the feel of his hips slapping against her ass cheeks, Dana braced her hands on the table so she could meet his strokes. "You deserve it. It was heavenly. Seeing my tits fly through the air..!!" Dana couldn't compete her sentence as another orgasm ripped through her body. Barely descending from that cum, she felt his cock jerking as he flooded her bowels with sperm. The feel of the hot jets of cum set her off again.

Pulling out of her ass, he told. "Okay business to run. You're done." Putting away his cock, he turned to where another buxom girl awaited her turn with the wires. Crooking his finger at here he said "Next" The girl almost knocked Dana over as Dana exited the booth in her haste to be bound up with the piano wires.

Joining her friends, Dana wiped the sweat from her brow. The girls crowded around her congratulating her on her debreasting. Her dad and brother were walking off carrying her tits. "Twenty bucks!" her dad was complaining. "Twenty bucks! You could have told me you would only need two throws!"

"I'm next!" said Helen. "I don't know if I can top that. Every one seems more intense that the last."

"It's not a contest." Jane told her. "Just find one you'll enjoy."

"Let's get you done!" Inez exclaimed. "Then it will be my turn!" she pinched her nipples viciously. "Maybe my guy will pull these off! Would that be something!"

Helen shook her head. "Sometimes I think you're just sick, Inez."

"Hah!" retorted Inez. "Remember how yow came when you got your nips pierced! You'll be screaming and cumming when you lose your puppies!"

"Quite likely!" Helen sniffed, "But I won't suggesting anything to him like you would. There is an order to this, you know. The "How" is up to him. Anyway, you'll have to wait. All these tits getting lopped off have me terminally horny. We're going to spend sometime in the fucking area before these babies and I part company." With that she turned and set off.

Quickly following her, Jane agreed. "That sounds like a wonderful idea. I could use a hard cock as well."

Unable to help herself, Inez also concurred. "Or two or three!"

The fucking area, as it was colloquially called, was originally set up as a rest area for the festival's attendees. The organizers, correctly assuming that the sight of all the lovely women being debreasted would have their customers wound tight with sexual energy, provided an area where people could relax and wind down. As Robbie Burns said "the best laid plans o' mice and men gang aft agley" The rest area quickly became the place where aroused festivalgoers released their sexual tension. At any time, you could find a number of couples or threesomes fucking madly. Realizing it was a lost cause, and recognizing that people fucking throughout the grounds was a distraction to their customers, the operators provided a huge tent and blankets to make the area more attractive. Entering the tent, either alone or as a couple, indicated a desire for sex, which was quickly accommodated.

Pulling back the tent flap, Helen was amazed to see virtually no women. There was, however, a large group of men, including her math teacher, Mr. Jones. At the sight of the nude girl, her breasts with their hard pink nipples leading the way, the men visibly perked up. As the other five girls entered on Helen's heels, the men cheered.

"Ah! It's sooo nice to be appreciated!" cooed Helen with a blazing smile, Stopping in front of her math teacher, she cupped his prick through his shorts. "Hi, Mr. Jones!" she chirped. "I need some math help. I'm particularly interested in the "goesinta". Would you help me out?"

Roughly squeezing her firm tits, he answered. "I'd be glad to! It's a difficult subject, we may have to go over it several times from different directions!"

Pushing him down on the blanket and freeing his cock, Helen said. "I certainly hope so!" Straddling his legs. She positioned the bulbous head at the entrance to her heated pussy. Slowly she impaled herself she sighed with relief as she reached bottom, she sighed in relief. Looking over her shoulder, she commented to the rest of the men. "I really think I'll need more than one tutor. Math is so hard you know!"

Immediately a number of men rushed to her side. The remaining girls separated and split up the rest of the men between them Leaning forward so Mr. Jones could suck her tingling nipples, Helen felt him grasp her meaty buttocks and pull them apart, exposing her brown rosebud. Feeling a warm rod pushing at her sphincter, she squealed with delight. "Ooooh, I love being DP'ed!" With little difficulty, he slid balls deep into her willing ass. Eyes closed and her mouth hanging open in lust, she breathed, "That feels sooo good!" The words were barely out of her mouth when another cock was slipped between her lips and down her throat. "MMMM" she gurgled happily and began sucking vigorously.

The rest of the girls echoed her sentiments as they were soundly pummeled in all their holes. As quickly as one man emptied himself into one of the girls holes, another replaced him. Cum after cum wracked the girl's bodies as they were used unmercifully.

Slowly the number of men using the girls as cum dumps dwindled. After satisfying themselves with the willing girls, the men would leave the tent. Finally, only Mr. Jones remained. Filling her well-used ass, he slowly stroked himself to one last cum. "So Helen! Those lovely tits are going to be removed shortly. I wondered if they would be. I was at the competition. I so enjoyed watching your firm globes bounce as you cart wheeled across the stage."

Rising to yet another glorious cum, she stuttered. "Y-you like my tits?"

"Oh yes!" he replied increasing the speed and depth of his thrusts, his hips slapping her firm ass. "Pear-shaped tits with upturned nips are my favorite!"

"Do you want them, Mr. Jones? If you do, they're yours. I'd be very happy if someone I knew got them. I'd so like it to be you that sliced them off. Please!"

"That's so sweet Helen. Of course I want them. It would give me great pleasure to cut them of your torso, leaving you flat as a board!" Shoving his prick as deep as he could, he blasted her intestinal walls with sperm.

Feeling his cock jerking within her colon, Helen exploded one more time. "Thank you, Mr. Jones! Aaaah! My tits are yours! Please take them! Take them now!"

With a "POP", he disengaged from her ass. All business now, he pulled her to her feet and hustled out of the tent. Watching her tits sway as she walked, he felt himself start to stiffen once again. The thought of slowly slicing her gorgeous melons from her body had his heart beating faster.

Entering the debreasting area, he quickly bound her arms high up her back to get her tits thrust out as much as possible, Leading her to a table equipped with a glass shield with two circular openings in it, he sat her down on the requisite dildos. Adjusting the height of the stool, so that her tits lined up perfectly with openings, he pushed the movable chair forward so that her tits pushed through the circles. After ensuring that as much of her breasts as possible projected through the shield, he locked the chair and Helen in place. Picking up a rubber bulb attached to the dildos, he began inflating them further. "Tell me when they're big enough." He ordered.

Feeling the dildos stretch her swollen cunt and ass, Helen gasped. "That's enough!"

"Oh, you're a big girl!" He countered, still pumping. "Another three pumps!" Setting the bulb down, he inquired. "All full, are we?"

Her openings stretched more than they had ever been, Helen could only nod.

"Good! You'll really like this then." Flicking a switch, he started the dildos plunging in and out of her pussy and anus. Helen squealed in panic at the motion. "Nooo! Too big!" she cried.

"Nonsense! Give it a few minutes! You'll adjust!" he assured her.

Surprisingly to Helen, he was correct. Her pussy quickly accommodated the huge intruder and began juicing furiously as the hard rubber prick sluiced in and out. Her leaking pussy lubricated the dildo in her ass, easing its movement. Soon she felt herself begin the climb to orgasm.

"Now, let's take care of those tits!" Moving to the front of the table, he placed a platter under her trapped breasts. Four long rods extended in front of the shield's openings. A long leather belt was strung between the rods. One end of the rods terminated in what appeared to be a stepping mechanism. The other end disappeared into a large open face metal box. Approaching the stepping mechanism, He muttered, "Quarter inch advance I think. Don't want them too thick. Opening a glass covered keypad, he punched in some numbers and then closed the lid. Moving to the other end of the setup, he reached into the box and pulled out the device, which would lay waste to Helen's tits.

Helen's mouth dropped open at the sight. "Oh My Gawd!" she cried. Riding the rods stretched in front of her was a vicious looking band saw with a double-edged blade. The teeth of the blade were set perpendicular to her now tingling breasts. Pulling the saw so that it sat in front of the soon to be sliced tits, he moved it forward until it just touched her pebble like nipples.

Satisfied with the alignment, he returned the saw to its starting position. Caressing her tits, he told her. "There's enough meat here for tit burgers for all next week's dinners. I'll be sure to tell the rest of the teachers that you supplied the meat for my lunches. You'd like that wouldn't you Helen?" Speechless with anticipation, she could only nod. "Every bite I take, I'll picture you strapped in, waiting for the saw. It's a beautiful sight. But, let's get sawing!"

Returning to the control panel, he pressed a button. Immediately, the saw sprang to life, the blade winking as it spun. Smiling he pressed a second button, starting the pulley system. Helen could barely breathe as the saw approached her distended nipples. Closer and closer it came Helen held her breath as the saw passed in front of her nipples, She could feel the slight breath of wind from the rapidly turning blade, but nothing happened!

The saw continued to the far end of the rod and reversed its direction. Again it approached her tits. With a spray of blood, first one and then the other nipple fell onto the platter. The saw continued on it's way to the end of the rods. Helen now understood what he meant by a quarter inch advance. Each time the saw reached one end of the mechanism; it moved a quarter inch closer to her chest.

Back the saw came. As it neatly sliced off her areolas, Helen helplessly orgasmed. Still riding her orgasm, the saw returned. Two more quarter inch slices of titmeat hit the platter. The time between passes was just long enough for her to catch her breath and wait in both dread and anticipation for the next slice. Inexorably the saw reduced her once proud tits to slices of sandwich meat, a quarter inch at a time, the sudden jolts of pain never allowing her cum to subside. The pile of meat on the platter grew with each "Plop". Finally, the last pass seeming to move right below her nose, the saw hit the automatic shutoff and slowly spun to a halt. The triggering of the shutoff switch also released the locking mechanism on her chair and moved it back to the end of its track, allowing the medical personnel to bandage her chest.

Completely wrung out, she sat, stunned at the ferocity of her cums. Mr. Jones carried the platter holding her sliced tits and held it in front of her dazed eyes. "I'm not sure where your tits looked better!" he declared, "On your chest or on the platter. It's a toss-up." Setting the platter down for a moment, he shut of and released the air from the dildos. Pulling her off the intruding objects with a wet "Slurp", he spanked her ass and sent here off to rejoin her friends.

As Helen left the debreasting area on wobbly legs, she was greeted by applause.

"You thought you couldn't beat our debreasting," Allison informed her, "But you at least matched it! That was hot!"

Still weak from her extended cum, Helen marveled. "Yeah! It was something! I never knew I could cum for so long!"

"Finally! It's my turn!" Inez enthused. "Watching you girls get your tits sliced and diced has got me so horny! Let's find somebody to take care of mine. I can't wait to feel the knife cutting slowly through them. There must be an easy game, which won't take long for someone to win my gorgeous boobs. Let's go over to the other row of games."

As Inez started off, a tall brunette wearing a Festival uniform stopped her. "You! Come with me!"

"I can't!" Inez protested as the woman grabbed her arm. " I have to let someone win my tits so they can be cut off!"

"Are you refusing a Festival worker?" the woman demanded. "Didn't you read the contract? Refusal to give your tits to a festival employee upon demand is punishable by immediate conversion to meat! Do you want to be meat?"

"Nnnno!" stuttered Inez. "I thought someone had to win them! I don't want to be meat yet! Sometime, yes, but not now. I just want to be debreasted. If you're going to cut off my tits, I'd be happy to go with you!"

"I am in charge of finding new innovative ways for debreasting women who want to lose their tits. Especially well endowed blondes." The woman sneered as she eyed Inez's 38 EE melons. "You will be the first to experience my latest creation." Pulling a pair of vicious looking nipple clamps from her pocket, she approached the now enthusiastic girl.

"The first? Oh, I love being first! Ouch! My, they have a strong spring! Can you buy them in Dolcettville? My Dad would love a set of those for my Mom. YEOW!!" Irritated by the babble, the woman let the second clamp snap closed on the second nipple. "Wow! That hurts so nice!"

Ignoring the girl, she grabbed the chain connected the two clamps, gave it a tug, and started off.

"Come on, girls!" Inez threw over her shoulder as she followed the woman. "I think this is going to be great!" Pausing occasionally, so the chain pulled on her now flattened nipples to her great enjoyment, Inez wondered what was in store for her tits.

As the group headed for the debreasting area, they passed by another of the chopping blocks. They had to pause while a container full of carcasses was trundled down the walkway in front of them as the workers headed for the kitchen. Arms and legs dangled from the over full cart.

At the chopping block, four debreasted women waited for their turn at the block. While waiting for an empty cart to arrive, the axeman and his assistant decided to take advantage of the delay. Leaning his axe against the block, the axeman took the first woman in line by the arm and threw her onto the bloody surface of the block. Freeing his erect cock, he unceremoniously rammed it into her snatch. The woman could not take her eyes of the axe leaning six inches away from her head. Her eyes almost glowed with need.

The second woman in line approached the assistant. Sinking to her knees, she unzipped his pants and slid his rampant member down her throat. Two more employees arrived with the new cart. Seeing the first two men busy, and with two more women waiting, they parked the cart and engaged the parking brake. Bending the remaining women over the side of the cart, they buggered them roughly. The two women could see the congealed blood at the bottom of the cart. The sight and the knowledge that their bodies would soon be lying, headless, in the blood brought them to screaming cums, the pulsing of their vaginal muscles bringing off the two men simultaneously..

After finishing with the girl lying across the block, the axeman tucked himself back in his pants and picked up the axe. "Head on the block!" he ordered. The girl obediently pulled herself back so that only her head rested on the block. "THUNK" the axe head was buried in the wood. The body was quickly scooped up and deposited in the waiting container. The other three girls had lined up in their previous positions. At a nod from the axeman, the second girl bent over the block and was quickly dispatched.

As soon as the full container had passed, the brunette pulled Inez into motion and led her down the path and around a corner. Squealing with delight at the tugs on her nipples, Inez willingly followed her. Helen and Jane accompanied them, but Allison, Betty and Dana stayed to watch the events at the block.

Noticing a strange look on Allison's face, Dana asked. "What are you thinking Ally?"

"Things seem different now." Allison replied, her eyes never leaving the axe. "I'm having trouble walking right. Without my tits, I feel like I'm going to fall over backward. There's not enough weight in front. I look down and I see nothing. Did you girls find the sex at the fucking area strange. I mean, I came several times, but it was weird. Like something was missing. I always liked having my boobs pinched and squeezed hard during fucking, but they're gone. And the men, it was like I wasn't a real girl. I was a doll or something."

"I know what you're saying!" Betty agreed. "I'm screwed up as well. I never really thought about what it would be like afterward. I just wanted the experience of being debreasted."

"I'm with you girls!" Dana rejoined. "But it's not like we can go back. We will just have to learn to cope."

"These girls coped." Allison said as the last girl got tossed into the bin. "Is that the best way?"

"We can't think about it now." Dana ordered. "We came as a group. We need to support the last two and not get in the way of what they came here to do. We have to catch up with Inez. She was there for us and we have to be there for her. Come on!"

Grasping their arms, Dana firmly led the two girls down the path Inez had taken. Without resistance, the two girls allowed themselves to be pulled away from the chopping block. As they headed away though, their heads turned for one last look.

They found Inez just around the corner. The woman had secured her to a wooden cross. A projection at the level of her shoulder blades pushed her chest out and ensured that her tits jutted out proudly.

"Now for a little fun!" the woman crowed. Picking up an eight thonged flail, the woman lashed the proffered tits. "Ohhh" Inez squeaked as the slender thongs lashed her skin. Starting at the upper part of the breasts, the whip methodically made its way down the swell of her tits. The nipples were singled out for multiple strikes before the woman continued down the sensitive undersides. Finishing with one final blow where the breast met the abdomen, the woman reversed her path back up over the nipples to the upper slope.

As her tits became covered in thin red strips, Inez closed her eyes lost in sensation. The pain in her tits echoed throughout her body. It seemed as if there was a direct connection between her abused tits and her engorged clit, her juicy pussy spasmed with each blow. Cum after cum reverberated through her body.

After the fourth trip up and down Inez's tits, the whip was laid aside. Surveying her work, the woman smiled in satisfaction. Every square inch of the outthrust tits glowed crimson. "Part two!" the woman declared.

Inez hung limply on the cross. Eyes still closed, she luxuriated pain and heat of her well-whipped tits. "SMACK!" her eyes bulged as a line of white fire lanced across her tender tits. "That got your attention!" the woman gloated as the red weal from the stroke of the rattan cane blossomed on the upper slope of Inez's tits. "The whip was just the beginning." Raising the cane once more, she brought it down viciously just below the weal from the first stroke. The cane buried itself half an inch into the tit flesh before its momentum was halted. Immediately a second raised weal joined the first.

Inez screamed hoarsely at the assault. Pain literally exploded through her, becoming her entire universe. By the fourth stroke however, the endorphins produced by the cane's assault on her tits had allowed her natural masochistic tendencies to ride the strokes into a sexual frenzy. With each subsequent stroke, pussy juice squirted as she orgasmed.

Oblivious to the effect she was having on the bound girl, the Dom continued to rain stroked on the tortured tits. The twelfth stroke landed full on the girl's nipples, splitting in two. Throwing the cane down, the Dom sighed in satisfaction. It was only then she noticed the puddle on pussy juice on the ground in front of the cross. "Well!" she exclaimed as she freed the sagging girl. "Looks like we both enjoyed ourselves!"

Dragging Inez over to the adjacent table, she sat her in front of the mechanism located there. A pair of two walled metal rectangular boxes shared one interior wall. The ends of the boxes parallel to Inez's chest were open. Located on the interior side of the boxes were what appeared to be drawer guides. Two separate metal boxes with matching drawer guides sat in front of the first box. Each of these boxes was subdivided into half inch by one-inch sections by thin metal walls.

Pushing Inez forward so that her stomach pressed against the table, the Dom tied Inez's hands behind her back. Centering each tit with the open end of the box, she shoved the box in to the bound girl's chest. With some difficulty, she stuffed the EE tits completely within the boxes. The EE tits were too wide to sit normally in the available space, so they were squeezed vertically to fit. "Another production issue!" she grumbled.

"Excuse me?" Inez gasped as the pain of having her already tender its squeezed out of shape. "What did the whipping have to do with your invention?"

Satisfied with the placement of the tits, the brunette stood up. "Nothing! I just like whipping big titted blondes!"

Picking up one of the two separate boxes, she stood behind Inez and fitted it into the guides of one of the sections housing Inez's tits. "A little history for you. Before the virus that killed off all the meat animals, one of humanities favorite foods was called chicken strips, Rectangles of meat from the chicken, usually the breast, were coated with batter and deep fried. It was supposed to be delicious." Tilting the remaining box, she showed Inez the bottom of the interior partitions. Light glinted off their razor sharp edges. Fitting the box over her remaining tit, she smiled as a look of understanding swept over Inez's face.

"Yes, my soon to be titless blond, tonight I'm having tit strips for supper." With that she leaned over Inez's shoulder, placed both hands on the top of one of the boxes and pushed. Smoothly the razor edges sliced through the girl's firm tit flesh. White-hot pain accompanied the boxes downward movement as her tit was neatly sliced from the body. Reaching the bottom, the woman pushed the box forward, off the guides and flipped it end for end. Turning it around so Inez could see her once proud tit neatly sliced into strips of tit meat, she exclaimed "Ta Da!"

Inez's cunt juiced uncontrollably at the sight. "The other one! Do the other one! But slowly!"

"Sure thing hon!" Pressing on the top of the remaining box, she inched it through the unresisting flesh. Inez groaned as she orgasmed repeatedly as the de3vice slowly reduced her last tit to strips. Too soon for Inez's tastes, the box completed its work and the medical personnel pulled her back from the table. After her wounds were bandaged, she returned to the table in time to see her tit strips being dumped from their respective boxes onto a platter.

"That's amazing!" She gushed. "They all look so perfectly cut! And I was the first!"

After the woman picked up her boxes and sauntered off, all eyes turned to Jane. "Yes!" She smiled cupping her tits and rubbing her erect nipples. "Would it be appropriate to say we saved the best for last?" At the vociferous objections of her friends, she amended her statement. "O.K. O. K. We saved me for last."

"What game will you be the prize for?" inquired Allison.

"I'm going to go in a different direction." Jane told her. "All you girls went for a sporting type game or at least attempted to. My luscious breasts are going to someone with brains. I saw a Mensa type game just around the corner. Follow me!"

Leading the girls, Jane set off to find the game, which would soon present her tits to a satisfied patron. Spotting the booth, she hurried over to it. The booth's attendant sat with his head in his hands, staring at the ground.

"Good afternoon sir!" Jane gushed.

"Good? Good? What's good about it?" The attendant didn't even raise his head. "I get stuck with this booth again. No one comes to volunteer her tits at this booth. I get a front row seat to watch tits getting hacked off with no volunteer to use to relieve myself. I've got the worst case of blue balls ever. There's nothing good about it!"

"There, There!" Jane cooed. "I'm here to make your day better!" Sinking to her knees in front of him, she unzipped his pants, releasing a thick erect penis. His eyes bulged as the blonde vision lovingly stoked his cock.

"Holy Shit!" He exclaimed.

"First we'll take care of those pesky blue balls and then we'll find someone to take care of my huge titties!" Running her tongue over the head of his cock, she lubricated it with her saliva. Satisfied it was slick enough, she slowly slid it down her throat much to the attendant's delight. As her nose buried itself in his pubic hair, he helplessly bucked his hips trying to get deeper. Slowly pulling up, despite his efforts to the contrary, she let the cockhead, now drooling precum, slide from her hot mouth. Pumping the jerking cock with her hand, she soon had precum oozing out the slit. Leaning forward, she laved the head with her tongue scooping up the fluid. "YUM!" she breathed.

Engulfing the head, she sucked strongly as she vigorously pumped the shaft. After a day of watching tits sliced and diced, he was unable to hold back for long, and, groaning, emptied his balls in long juddering spurts into her welcoming mouth.

Quickly swallowing the massive load, she licked the rapidly softening prick clean and tucked it back into the man's pants. Rising she leaned forward, thrusting her 44DD's into his face. "One job done and one to go!" She announced.

Latching on to one of her pebble like nipples, he nursed it for a moment. Reluctantly letting it slip from his mouth, he told her. "It might take a while. This is not a popular booth."

"I'll just have to work hard then." Was the reply. Exiting the booth, she stepped in front of a pair of men walking down the path. Placing her hands under her tits, she offered them to the men. "Would you like these?" she asked.

"Gosh yes!" was the reply as the two men groped the succulent melons being held up for their inspection.

"Five dollars. You just have to answer three questions correctly and they're yours to remove anyway you'd like!" Jane purred. "Just step this way."

"The brainiac booth?" One of the men questioned. "No thanks. They're great tits and I'd like to chop them off, but I'd just be throwing away the five dollars. Come to another booth!"

"No." Jane shook her head. "I want this one. How about you sir?" She asked another passerby, who shook his head and kept on walking.

After ten refusals, Jane was getting worried. "Are my tits not good enough?" She asked the booth attendant. "They're big and firm and real. I don't understand it!"

"It's not your tits." He assured her. "They're perfect. It's the contest. The vast majority of the people coming here have trouble getting one answer right, let alone three. Maybe you should try another booth."

"But I wanted this one!" Jane wailed.

"Excuse me!" A voice called form the booth entrance. "I'd like to have those tits, if you don't mind."

Jane wheeled around at the statement. "You!" She exclaimed as she beheld the male passenger from the bus they had arrived on.

"Yes. Mike is my name. You offered me those lovely tits if I won the contest they were the prize for, so here I am."

Throwing herself at him, Jane pressed her jugs into his hands. "Oh please get the answers right. I want you to have them!" As he caressed her now aching breasts, her nipples hardened even more eliciting moans of desire from the aroused girl.

"Ahem!" the attendant cleared his throat. Reluctantly, for both of them, the contestant let go of Jane's tits with one final squeeze and passed over the required five dollars.

"Thank you." Placing the contest fee in the till, the attendant explained the contest. "I will ask you three questions taken randomly for this stack." He showed mike the stack, "If you answer all three correctly you get to take the young lady to the debreasting area and remove her tits for both your pleasure. Are you ready?"

"Yes!" Mike replied. Pulling Jane in front of him, he slid his hands under her arms and cupped her tits possessively. Fanning the stack of questions out, the attendant offered them to Mike. "Please choose a question."

"My hands are bit full right now." Mike said, pinching Jane's nipples. "Would you mind helping me out dear? This way you can take an active part in my winning these beauties."

"No problem!" Jane replied, her breathing quickening. Pulling a question from the stack, she handed it to the attendant.

"The first question is. What is the next number in the following number sequence? 1,3,5,7"

Jane's eyes widened as she drew a blank. Nuzzling her neck while continuing to fondle her heated tits, Mike answered. "Prime numbers are only divisible by themselves and one. 1,3,5,7,11."

"Correct. Please choose another question."

Jane's hand shook as she reached out to take another question. The prospect of debreasting and Mike's constant stimulation of her tits had her juices running down her inner thighs. She desperately wanted to cum but was too keyed up to do so.

Accepting the second question, the attendant read. "A chair is located four feet from a wall. If the chair is moved half the distance to the wall on each move, how many times must the chair be moved to reach the wall"

Jane couldn't help herself. "Four times!" she exclaimed. "Two feet, one foot, half a foot and it's there on the next move!"

The attendant glared at her. "You are not playing!" he sternly told her. "Must you be dildo gagged?"

"Aaah my dear!" Mike whispered in her ear. "Such a luscious body. It must be nature's way of compensating for other areas." Bouncing her mounds in his hands, he gave his answer. "The chair will never reach the wall."

"Correct!" The attendant conceded. "It's lucky you did not listen to her. Her brains must be in those huge tits."

"Now, now!" Mike cautioned. "There is no need to be nasty. The last question please. I'd like to take my tits home."

Extending the stack, the attendant ordered Jane. "Pick one and keep your trap shut."

Obediently Jane pulled out the last question. Her legs were getting weak. Not only was she more aroused them she had ever been without cumming, but, she had given the wrong answer. If Mike had listened to her, he would have lost!

"This is the final question. Answer this correctly and her tits are yours. You go home with them and she goes home with a flat chest. The question is: You are standing on a spot on Earth. You walk one mile north, one mile east and one mile south arriving at your starting point. Where are you?"

Jane sagged with shock at the question. It made no sense. It was impossible with only three steps. There had to be four legs to the trip. She could feel her chance to be debreasted slipping away. Why did she choose that question? It had been so close! Through the roaring in her ears, she could hear her friends gasping in disbelief.

"That's a tough question!" Mike exclaimed. " To return to your starting point almost always requires a journey of four legs if all the legs are of the same distance. There are only two places on earth where it does not. Since the first leg of the journey was north, it means that the starting point was the South Pole."

"Correct!" the attendant exclaimed.

Jane almost fainted with relief. He had gotten it right! Spinning in his arms, she showered kisses on Mike's face. "You did it! You won my tits! Oh! Thank you! Thank you! How are you going to take them? With a knife? Or a guillotine? Oh my God! This is wonderful!"

"Congratulations!" the attendant continued. "You may now take her to the debreasting area and slice her tits off. And, my I say they are a fine set! They must be at least a 40E cup. What fun you'll have!"

"44DD, I'll have you know!" Jane retorted, her arms still hanging around Mike's neck. "And real!"

Disengaging her arms from his neck, Mike led her out of the booth, high-fiving the attendant as he left. "Come along girl. Let's get you and my boobs separated."

Skipping gleefully behind him, Jane called to her waiting friends. "Come on girls! It's time for me and my tits to part company!"

Entering the debreasting are, Mike waved Jane into a seat. Without being asked, Jane placed her arms behind the chair back. Pulling her arms back as far as they would go, Mike tied them securely. Jane's tits jutted out like the prow of a ship. Moving in front of the girl, Mike picked up a pair of nipple clamps. He grasped each of the outthrust tits in turn and snapped the clamps onto the rock hard nipples. The spring of the clamps was quite thick and compressed the trapped nipples almost flat. Jane squealed in pain as the jaws of the clamps snapped shut.

As the pain from her crushed nipples flooded through her, Jane's pussy flooded even more. The final moment of her tits was upon her. Attaching the chain of the clamps to a pulley system, Mike pulled her tits forward until they stood perpendicular to her torso.

Panting with desire, Jane gasped. "What's next? A sword? I hope you'll enjoy eating my tits; I think they will make a great barbecue or a roast."

As Mike turned from the table, Jane saw a utility knife in his hand. Eyes widening, she thought. "Oh goody, this will be slow!"

Approaching the restrained girl, Mike told her. "I don't want your titmeat. I just want your breast skin to make some wine skins." Holding her right tit, he made a shallow cut starting at the upper left side of her breast next to the chest wall. Jane groaned in pleasure as the knife sent shivers of hot pain through her. Slowly he ran the cut across the top of her tit, down the side, under the breast and up the remaining side to join with the original cut. Jane helplessly orgasmed as she watched the knife complete its circuit and blood trickled down her chest. She tried to lift her other tit toward the knife but was tied too securely Moving to the other tit, Mike repeated his actions to Jane's joy.

Returning to the table, he replaced the knife with a blunt probe and a set of forceps. Returning to his work, he grasped the skin of her tit with the forceps and pulled it up so he could slip the probe between the skin and the meat of her tit. Whistling he moved the probe back and forth, breaking the connection holding the skin and titmeat together. Within a few minutes, he had worked his way completely around the tit, freeing a one-inch flap of skin.

Watching intently as he skinned her tit, Jane orgasmed repeatedly from both the pain and the sight of her skin being peeled back from her tit. After completing one circuit, Mike switched to a large set of forceps and a larger probe, allowing for faster progress. With the larger instruments, he quickly skinned her tit to her areola. Draping the loosened skin over the nipple clamp, he retrieved his original instruments and started on the left tit. With the expertise gained from skinning the first tit, he progressed more rapidly with the second, and soon had the second tit skinned.

Jane sat gasping in a pool of pussy juice, having been in continuous orgasm through the entire proceedings. In a state of complete exhaustion, she numbly waited. Picking up a set of garden shears, Mike placed the blades behind the nipple clamps. "You can't skin too close to the nipples or the wineskins might leak." he informed her. Jane shuddered in anticipation, unable to take her eyes off the blades surrounding her tit. Slamming the handles together, he effortlessly sliced through her tit. Jane howled and bucked in the chair as yet another cum ripped through her. The nipple clamp dropped from her tit and hung from the chain with the breast skin dangling. Moving to the remaining tit, he cut the nipple from it as well.

Grasping the clamps, Mike unfastened them from the pulleys. Holding them up in front of Jane's glazed eyes he told her. "These will make the very best wineskins. I'll have them tanned immediately." With that, he set off, whistling.

The medical staff rushed in. "Damn! He hasn't debreasted her. He just skinned her!" Picking up the garden shears, one of the techs fitted the shears over Jane's left tit with the blades pressing against her chest. "This will hurt," he told her.

With a weak smile, Jane told him. "I certainly hope so. Since he didn't want to have my tits for dinner, would you like to?"

"I would indeed"