Holly's severed arms were retrieved by a stagehand. In the event that Mr. Julius wanted to keep them as souvenirs, they would be stored backstage until the end of the night for him to pick up. The stage cleared for the next act, the man continued with the show.

"Please bring in the next product!"

"Mmmph! Mmmmm!"

The muffled sounds of a gruff manly voice was heard by all as the next person was brought out, dragged in by two muscular stagehands. His mouth was filled by a large ballgag and both his hands and feet were handcuffed together, but other than that he was completely naked from head to toe. Caucasian with short black hair, the bound man was a strong looking fellow, his body like that of an olympic swimmer's; not an ounce of fat was visible on his incredible, chiseled figure. A noticeably large penis dangled between his legs, it must have been at least seven inches long. the flaccid thing bounced around in a silly manner as he fought futilely against his restraints.

The captive was dragged all the way to the table and cuffs removed before he was hoisted upon it, at which the man immediately activated the machine's gravity field to keep him still. The gravity field automatically fluctuated, putting force on the inward facing sides of his limbs to splay out them out appropriately, spread out on his back, then put all its force towards keeping him pinned down.

"Hoho! Looks like we have our first fighter. Who brought this handsome man here tonight?"

A young Asian woman stood up. She was quite short, her long black hair done up in twintails, and with her unusually youthful face and flat, thin figure, she appeared as if she could have been in her mid-teens. The spotlight moved over in her direction, her long silver dress glittering as she snatched the microphone from the attendant.

"Ah, that would be me. Hello. I'm Naomi Suzuki, twenty-seven years old, single." Despite her short stature and childishly high voice, Naomi held herself with the confidence of the successful and daring adult she was. "I found this hot stud at the gym today and I just had to have him. He was quite rude though. When I invited him to join me for tonight's show as my guest, he totally brushed me off without even acknowledging me! Can you believe it? Brushing me off, of all people!" Her confident veil vanished for a moment as her face filled with anger. "Well, I couldn't have that, so I got my boys to pick him up and here we are now! Ha!"

The so-called "stud" fought hard against the tabletop. He remembered now, that voice belonged to the stuck-up girl he had met just that morning. He really hated the smug air of superiority that flat-chested runt had put on at the time, telling him to "be thankful for even inviting a commoner such as him." He recalled her furious shouting as he shoved her aside and walked away without a word. It had felt good to piss off such a tight-ass kid back then, but now that he was here, gagged, naked, and stuck to a cold metal table in front of dozens of creepy spectators, he realized it might not have been the best idea in the world.

"So, Ms. Suzuki, what would you like to have done to this fine specimen of a man?"

"All I want is for you to make him gentler. Please don't cut anything off, I don't want to ruin that gorgeous bod of his. Ah, and do something about his voice, it's much too macho for my tastes."

The man nodded, he had an idea in mind for this unlucky captive. He input a special sequence of commands. Since there would be no amputations this time, he would have to be a lot more careful not to damage any veins or muscles. The last thing anyone wanted was for this product to bleed out. Even worse, there was the chance that the machine could kill his circulation by sealing a vein that was nicked by accident. If that happened and went unnoticed, that could cause necrosis in the affected body parts, killing the product! No, he could not have that happening, not here when so many people were expecting perfection. It only took him a minute to calibrate the machine and finalize the specifics of the procedure. He turned back to the audience.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" The man raised his arm, "Let us begin the operation!"

The man slammed his hand into the start button and the MegaMutilator 7000 sprang into action. First order of business, get rid of that voice. The gravity field adjusted in such a way that the stud's head was forced back, allowing easier access to the area where his larynx resided, right under his chin. A set of cutting arms swung over to the neck and carefully sliced into his skin. Unlike with amputation where the only step was to cut-cut-cut, for this procedure much more delicacy was required. Some more arms holding various tools came down to assist. Spreaders took hold in the incision and separated the sides of the wound apart, allowing room for the scalpels to reach deep into the stud's throat. There was no way for the audience to see inside as the machine manipulated muscle and sliced into his neck, but the sorry soul's frenzied gurgling was more than enough to entertain. As the blades finally punctured the windpipe, his vocalizations greatly weakened, becoming soft whispers as his breathing started exiting through the hole. Soon, even that was put to a stop in an instant as the machine violently cut away every last shred of vocal cords from his throat, silencing him forever. No more would the stud be able to boast to his friends about his new exercise routine, or flirt with the cute cashier at the coffee shop, or laugh with his mother over the phone. He had made the grave mistake of giving the proud Naomi Suzuki the silent treatment and now the rest of his life would be one of silence.

The sewing arms came down and went to work sealing the hole in the stud's neck. When they were done, his throat felt like it was on fire and as he tried to scream into the gag, he found he could only breath out heavily, no longer able to make a sound.

He had little time to grieve however, as the cutting arms moved onto their next target, the areas above both of his collarbones. As they stabbed and sliced into his flesh, the stud tried with all his might to pull away, to somehow lift himself off the tabletop. Surprisingly enough, he was partially successful, able to rise a centimeter before the machine's automatic sensors kicked in and doubled the force of gravity in response. His ribs bent under the pressure and the wind was knocked out of him, halting any attempts at fighting again. Completely immobile now, he could offer no resistance against the knives cutting their way into his collar. It only took twenty or so seconds for the blazingly fast cutting arms to reach their targets, the stud's brachial plexus systems. At once, the scalpels cut huge cross sections out of those bundles of nerves and the lasers zapped the severed ends, sending blinding pain through his arms, and then there was nothing. From his fingertips all the way to his shoulders and chest, everything had gone completely numb. He tried lifting his arms, but it was like they weren't even there. He couldn't quite understand what had happened yet, but he did not dwell on it too long before the cutting arms travelled down his body, coming to a stop right at the connecting points of his hips to his thighs. Same as before, they cut with purpose, digging deep with the utmost care in search of the next points of interest, his sciatic nerves. In the same fashion as before, the blades cut large chunks of out of these and the blinding pain returned, shooting through his legs as the severed ends were burned by the lasers. Then, everything below his groin level went missing too. He could still feel the warm skin of his thigh against his sizable genitals, but as far as his nervous system knew, there were no legs to be found. A swarm of sewing arms descended and sealed all four of the open wounds. The procedure was complete.

As the crushing force of the gravity field was released, the first thing the stud tried to do was push himself up with his arms, but found he couldn't budge them at all. He could see they were still there, as strong and powerful as ever, but they just wouldn't work. Panicked, he tried kicking his legs, but those too stayed unmoving. His limbs weren't responding at all no matter how he tried. He couldn't feel them, he couldn't move them, they had become nothing more than dead weight. He thrashed against the table, his torso gyrating against the surface, mouth wide open as he screamed without a voice.

The man went over and grabbed him by the wrist. The stud wasn't able to feel the man's grip, all he could feel was the the shift in weight along his side as the man lifted his arm up into the air, flopping it around.

"Voila! The strapping young man you see before you is now as harmless as a ragdoll! In just minutes, not only has he been stripped of his offensive voice, but the wondrous MegaMutilator 7000 has completely paralyzed his arms and legs as well!"

The man suddenly grabbed the stud around the waist and pulled him off the table, dropping his body into a limp heap on the floor. The visible display of this newfound helplessness sent the audience into a storm of applause. The whole time they had waited patiently, wondering just what the man was having done to him, but to have it all spelled out to them in such a dramatic fashion was the perfect payoff to this incredible development.

As he lay there on the cold, hard floor, the stud began to wonder what he could have done differently to avoid his terrible fate. For one, he could have let Naomi down gently instead of cruelly ignoring her. It was an honest mistake; from how she looked and acted, he had thought she was just some brat. Had he known she was actually an incredibly wealthy twenty-seven year old, he would have never treated her the way he did. He wished he could have apologized, but that was impossible now.

Another thing he could have done differently was actually pay attention to his surroundings when out walking alone. His great physique and strength made him overconfident, he thought he could fight off any attacker with ease, but he never expected two men to suddenly pounce him from behind and knock him out. Had he seen them coming, he could have just outran them. Now that strength he had put so much pride in meant nothing.

Giddy with excitement, Naomi stood up and ran down the rows of seats. Although the security staff tried to stop her, she deftly evaded them and climbed up on stage, rushing over to meet her prize.

"Ha! Not so tough now, are you?" She put her foot on his chest, pressing down with her heel. "You should have never messed with me, Mr... Mr... " She paused. "I never did get your name did I? You can't exactly tell me either. Oh well, that doesn't matter. From now on, you're just my Toy."

Naomi bent down and lifted up her Toy into her arms. Well, she tried to. In reality, he was still much too heavy for her weak, girlish arms to actually lift. Embarrassed, she let him drop and calmly walked away. Smooth. She hurried on back to her seat, face red, trying her best to ignore the stares and chuckles of the other audience members. In the end, it made no difference how weak or strong she was, all that really mattered was that the Toy lying on the stage was the weakest one of all now.

The man cleared his throat and picked up from where he had been interrupted. The muscular stagehands from earlier came out and together they carried the helpless Toy away.

"Yes, um... Let's all have a big hand for Ms. Suzuki and her brand new Toy!"

The kindly patrons of the theater graciously clapped for the amusing diversion Naomi's outburst had been and for the fantastic work the MegaMutilator 7000 had performed.