The Man and his Miraculous Mutilation Machine

A strange man appeared in the town square one day, and with him he brought a mysterious device. Raised several feet above a solid metal table, there hung a very heavy-looking piece of equipment secured by chains from a sturdy steel frame. A crystal sphere in the dead center of the machine pointed straight down towards the tabletop. Around the crystal, articulated metal arms extended, the ends decorated with many different tools and items.

It was unclear what this machine's purpose was, but its massive size and imposing presence drew immediate attention from the townsfolk. A crowd formed around the machine and its master, a strapping young lad that could be no more than twenty-five years of age. The crowd abuzz with questions and gossip, he cleared his throat, silencing any mumbling from the excited masses as he began to speak.

"Hello friends. I'm sure you're all wondering what this machine is. Allow me to explain. I have come here today for one purpose: to offer you all the opportunity to make use of this miraculous device, the MegaMutilator 7000! For a modest fee, this astounding machine can perform nearly any surgical operation conceivable. No matter how grotesque or unthinkable the procedure may be, I guarantee that this monstrosity is more than capable of successfully molding your provided products to your exact specifications with exceptionally flawless results no matter the difficulty!"

The man walked over to a cage containing a mangy mutt of a dog. A tired old thing, it showed no resistance as the man open the cage and took the dog into his arms. He carried the dog over to the table and set it on top, then went over to the steel frame supporting the machine.

"Our first product of the day shall be this stray dog. Watch and be amazed as the MegaMutilator 7000 takes this ordinary mutt and turns into a veritable masterpiece!"

On the side of the frame was a panel containing a vast array of controls. The man turned a few knobs, adjusted a few sliders, then once everything was ready to go, he pressed the largest button in the center. The machine whirred to life and immediately, the dog was pressed violently down against the tabletop as if a great weight had been placed upon it. The crystal sphere glowed bright white and hummed as energy charged within. Then, in a flurry of light and steam, the machine sprung to life.

The metal arms around the outside of the sphere began lashing down at the dog faster than the eye could track. At precise intervals, the arms would suddenly freeze in place, allowing the sphere in the center to shoot down a controlled barrage of lasers on the immobilized mutt, then resume their tasks without missing a beat. All the while, the dog yelped in pain and anguish, crying out for someone to save it from the machine's unrelenting assault on its weakened body, but to no avail. One by one, pieces of the dog were trimmed away and pushed off the tabletop, discarded like common trash.

Finally, a loud buzzer rang out and the arms recoiled into their default positions, signaling the end of the procedure. The energy of the crystal sphere faded and so too did the various whirs and hums as the machine completed its run. In the center of the table, the finished product lay gasping for breath.

The pitiful old dog had been stripped of all four of its legs, not a single stump or protrusion remained. In their place were patches of bald skin marked by thin red lines of flesh stitched together as expertly as if done by the hand of a master seamstress. Not a drop of blood stained its coat, the lasers had burned shut veins the instant they were opened. The results were, as the man had claimed, completely flawless.

The man stepped over to the dog, picking it up and showing it off to the awestruck audience. The dog, panicking and in distress, attempted biting the man, revealing than in addition to the amputation of its legs, the machine had also extracted each and every one of its teeth.

The man held the dog out for the crowd, among which the dog was passed around and inspected with great interest. With no means left to defend itself, the dog was essentially a toy, a harmless plaything that even the children could handle safely without fear of retaliation. Words like "astounding" and "incredible" were frequently heard, clearly the audience was thoroughly impressed with the machine's handiwork.

Once everyone had their fun, the dog was passed back to the man and he started again with his pitch.

"As you can see," he said, raising the dog above his head, "the MegaMutilator 7000 is nothing if not perfection. In mere minutes, this creature has been completely transformed per my exact specifications. You too can take advantage of this marvelous device. Now then, shall we get on with negotiations? Is there anybody who wishes to volunteer any more product?"

A number of hands shot up, the man picked one at random. It belonged to an older, well-to-do gentleman. Enthusiastic at having been selected, he sent off his son to their nearby home. He came back right away carrying with him a basket filled with young kittens.

"The family cat has recently birthed a litter," The gentleman smiled. "Please, do that thing again, but with all of these!"

The gentleman dumped the kittens out onto the table. The man pressed a button and the kittens were pinned down on the table like the dog had been. The gentleman payed the man for each of the six kittens, then stepped back as the man set the machine up. In wanting to show off the MegaMutilator 7000's full capabilities, he made more than a few adjustments to the previous settings before finally sending the machine to work.

The kittens mewled miserably and screeched in pain as the machine began the procedure. The arms and lasers jumped from kitten to kitten, seemingly at random. Poking, cutting, scraping, grabbing, stitching, the machine was cruelly efficient in tearing apart the poor animals who could do nothing to stop cold, unfeeling device. Though the machine had more product to process, it only took a few minutes for the machine to run its course, same as with the dog. What was left behind on that table sent shock waves of excitement through the onlookers. All that remained of the kittens were six little furry sausages, no legs, no tails, and most unbelievable of all, no heads.

The man swept his arm towards the table, "Yes, the MegaMutilator 7000 is even capable of this: relocating the brain into the chest! Although the products are now headless, they are very much alive. Provided they are properly fed through the remaining esophagus, they will live for a very long time even without a head!"

The crowd roared with applause and reached out eagerly as the man handed over the furry sausages to examine. People laughed and squealed as the former kittens wriggled around weakly in their grip, alive and breathing despite being nothing more than tiny fuzzy torsos. Now deprived of all senses but touch, the exposed fleshy holes where their necks once were pulsed with every labored breath as the kittens frantically flailed through the sensory-deprived darkness their lives had become.

The kittens had garnered much more interest than the legless dog, so much so that it took quite a while for them to be returned to the gentleman. Before the man could even ask for more volunteers, a storm of hands shot up all at once. The man went to pick one, but was interrupted as a disgruntled father forced his way through the crowd, dragging his teenaged daughter behind him. The daughter's stomach bulged out noticeably, she was clearly pregnant.

The father asked loudly, "This thingamajig, can it get this damned baby out of my daughter?"

The man nodded and without any prompting, the father forced his crying daughter onto the table. The man pressed the button, locking her down under the intense gravitational field. She tried as hard as she could to pull herself off, but there was no way to break free, her whole body felt like it was getting crushed.

Her father turned back to the man. "She's been sneaking around sleeping with near every boy in town. That ends today. I want you to take her legs off too."

The girl's eyes bulged open. She could not believe what she'd just heard. His payment received, the man entered the settings on the control panel and the girl began panicking as the machine started warming up.

"Daddy no! Please Daddy, stop this! Don't let him take my legs, I'm sorry! I won't sleep around any more, please!"

Her pleas fell on deaf ears, the father only watched in silence as the machine started tearing off his daughter's clothes. Left naked on the table, she screamed as the arms swiftly cut into her belly. Moments later, a disgusting mass of flesh was ripped from inside her and discarded off the side of the table, joining the growing pile of severed body parts lying in the dirt. Just like that, the abortion was complete. The lasers quickly sealed the wound and the arms stitched the skin of her open stomach together.

It was not over yet. The girl's screams became louder as the machine moved on to her legs. Lasers and knives hacked away at them with incredible speed. In no time at all, the flesh around the bones had been completely cut away. A few sets of arms came down, grabbing the girl's legs and yanked them with great force, pulling the bones right out of their hip sockets with two loud, sickening cracks. The girl wept, her fate sealed. As the arms sewed up the exposed flesh where her legs had once been, she was forced to watch as her shapely legs were tossed over the side of the table, as dead as butchered meat.

The machine released its hold on the girl soon after and immediately her hands shot down to her hips, feeling around for legs that weren't there. She desperately hoped that it was all some sort of trick, but there was nothing to be found. Her legs were gone, cleanly removed in minutes, all because she just had to go and get herself knocked up. It was a mistake she would never forget.

The girl's father walked up to the table and retrieved his daughter. Hoisting her into his arms, she beat him on his chest with her fists.

"You bastard!," she cried, "I hate you!"

Her father gave her a disapproving glare, "Young lady, you will stop that awful behavior right now, or so help me, I will put you right back on that table and have your arms taken off too!"

That shut the girl up, she covered her face and wept into her hands, sobbing uncontrollably. The father pat the girl's back and attempted to console her.

"Ah, don't cry, everything is going to be fine. Even without your legs, I'm sure you'll find a fine young man to marry. No more sleeping around, understand?"

Defeated, the daughter nodded sadly, unable to stop her tears. With that, the father took her with him and left for home, another satisfied customer.

Pleased with the spectacle, people were lining up in droves, money in hand, each eagerly awaiting their turn with the man and his miraculous machine. It looked like today was going to be a very profitable day.