As the audience began to settle down, another riotous racket started up backstage. The sounds of shouting and fighting reached the main stage. The man wondered if the staff were having problems with another rebellious product. His curiosity did not go unanswered for long as the sounds quickly approached and a strange teenaged girl suddenly burst out onto stage. Unlike the other product that had come before, this girl was dressed very modestly, wearing a tight red t-shirt and black capris. Blonde hair in ponytail, the mysterious girl gripped a pistol in her left hand. Upon catching sight of the man and his machine, her expression of exhausted panic turned into a wide grin. She took a step towards the man, but before she could do anything else, a security guard came up from behind, tackling her to the ground and sending the gun sliding across the floor.

"No! Let go of me! I have to- Oof!"

The girl was knocked out with a solid punch to the head. A second guard came running over and quickly retrieved the gun, sliding it into his empty holster. He turned to the stunned crowd and addressed them.

"Alright everyone, remain calm. We've disarmed and captured the intruder, there's nothing to worry about. We apologize for this interruption, you may now continue with your sick freak show."

"Excuse me sir," The first guard, having finished cuffing the crazed girl, beckoned the man over to his side. "We believe this girl might have come to make an attempt on your life. You wouldn't happen to recognize her, would you?"

The man knelt down and took a closer look at the teen's face. Though she was quite pretty, the man couldn't say she was particularly familiar. He shook his head.

"Sorry, I don't. What makes you think she was after me?"

"We caught her sneaking around the building earlier. When we caught her, she snatched a gun from that idiot over there and demanded we take her to you immediately."

"I see."

The girl began to stir, her eyelids fluttering as she came to. As she regained her composure, her eyes focused on the man's face in front of her. Her eyes grew wide.

"You!" she exclaimed. "It is you! The guy from town yesterday!"

The man reeled back as she tried kicking herself forward, only to be pinned to the floor by the guard.

"Let me go! I need to talk to him! He's the only one who can help me! Please!"

This unusual plea caused the man to raise an eyebrow.

"Please, I need your machine! I want to be mutilated!"

The man held up a hand, stopping the guards as they moved to take her away. He had to hear this.

"Hold on. Explain."

The teen's face lit up, her grin returning.

"My name is Susie Dennow. I was at your show in town yesterday. I saw what you did to those kittens. Please, I want you to make my body like theirs. I need you to make my body like that."

The man looked at her doubtfully.

"You want me to make you into a headless torso? Really?"

"Yes, really! When I held one of those kittens in my hands, when I felt it wriggling in my palms, when I felt its heavy breathing and its fast little heartbeat, somewhere deep inside myself I knew I had to become like them. Their struggle, their fear, their powerlessness, I want to experience all the same things they did! Please change me into that shape."

The man could not believe what he was hearing. He'd had his fair share of fanatics in his many travels before, but none to the extent of this. Breaking into a high-security gated community, sneaking her way in the theater, pulling a gun on a guard, risking her life, all just to become a fucking headless torso!? He had never in his life expected such an insane person to exist. He was immediately overcome with the desire to make Susie's dream a reality, but a sharp cough from the crowd reminded him he still had a show to put on.

"I'm sorry, I'd really like to help you, but I'm kind of in the middle of something. Security, take Susie-"

"Hey, just give the girl what she wants! I want to see this!"

A random voice from the audience shouted out, cutting off the man before he could send Susie away. This sentiment was joined by others cheering in agreement. The man faltered for a moment.

"But we don't have time! We have people here who paid a lot of money to get their product worked on, we can't just bump them from the schedule on a whim!"

"Why not? We're the ones paying you and we say do it!"

"Yeah, do it!"

"Cut that girl up!"

"You have my okay! Skip mine if you have to!"

The resounding support of the crowd made the man's heart swell with joy. As if that wasn't enough, Susie took it upon herself to sweeten the deal.

"How about this? Since I won't be able to go home after the surgery is done anyways, you can sell me to one of the people here!" She turned to the crowd and smiled, "You'll take good care of me once I'm a useless torso, right people?"

A flood of whoops and hollers filled the theater in support of the idea. With so many in favor of the girl's ambition, the man could not argue with the against the demands of his wonderful audience. With no more reasons to refuse them, the man gave a toothy grin.

"Gentlemen," he proclaimed, turning to the security guards, "Uncuff that girl right now! She's going to be the next product in the greatest show of all time!"

The deafening roar of applause hit like an earthquake, shaking the theater. The security guards undid her handcuffs and Susie ran up to the man, leaping into his arms for a bear hug. Tears ran down her face. Barely audible over the applause, she whispered into the man's ear.

"Thank you. Thank you so much."

Susie skipped over to the metal table and laid down. The man activated the gravity field and locked her in place, then input the sequence for the torsofication process. His hand above the start button, he gave one last look at Susie. She smiled, winking in approval, and on that cue, he pushed down and sent the machine to work.

Susie's heart raced as the machine's various arms spun and swung around her, cutting off her clothes with astounding speed. Stripped naked in an instant, the machine proceeded with the operation, starting at her left leg. As the blades cut into it, she winced as the incredible pain wracked her entire body. Her toes curled and she squeezed her fists tightly as she tried her hardest to bear it all. She knew it was going to hurt, but she honestly had no idea what to expect when she decided to go through with this. Already she could feel her head spin in and out of consciousness as the machine tore her apart, yanking the leg out of its socket before moving on to the next one.

The man watched with just as much pleasure as the enthralled audience. Here they were, watching the bravest girl they had ever seen have her limbs gruesomely stripped away with a blissful smile on her face. The sight made the man proud to be doing the work he did. Not just anyone could have made this magical moment possible. As the machine finished stitching up her legless hips and moved on to removing her arms, they could only wonder what thoughts were going through her head.

Susie's thoughts were less interesting that they would have expected however. It basically boiled down to ow ow ow, this fucking hurts, oh god this was a bad idea, please be over soon. Not the most romantic of internal monologues, but she still put on a brave face for the spectators and for herself, for as much suffering as she was going through, this really was what she wanted from the start. Already, the machine had taken off her arms and stitched up the last of her wounds. Limbless with just her head remaining, it was only a matter of time until she would finally be complete.

A loud buzzing rang out and the MegaMutilator 7000 came to a halt. The gravity field lifted off Susie's body. She raised her head to see what was the problem. The man had pressed a big red stop button at the other end of the machine.

"Hey! What gives!?" She yelled out, annoyed.

The man leaned over her, pleading in a hushed voice.

"Please calm down. It's part of the show."

Susie nodded. The man carefully bent down and lifted her up, displaying her limbless body to the crowd.

"Behold! Our friend Susie is now down to just a torso and a head! She's completely powerless now!"

Susie took this chance to take a look at herself. It was true, she no longer had any arms or legs. She tried moving them, but she couldn't, they weren't there anymore. She began grinning uncontrollably. She felt herself becoming wet. She subconsciously reached down to touch herself, but nothing happened, she didn't have a hand to do so anymore and that realization made her even hotter and hornier. Her body was useless now, her limbs were gone forever and she'd have to live the rest her life in this helpless state, entirely dependent on others. Touching her, moving her, fucking her, she had no choice but to submit to whatever whims her future owner wished. She shivered with excitement, her dream was finally coming true. Her thoughts were interrupted as the man spoke up and addressed her.

"Suzie, in a matter of minutes you will no longer have a head. Do you have any last words for our kind audience?"

Susie looked out into the crowd. Dozens of eyes were staring back at her intently, scanning over every inch of her deformed, erotic body. Her naked, limbless body. She couldn't cover herself up, even if she wanted to. Juices leaked from her dripping wet pussy. Puffing her chest out as much as she could manage, Susie put on one big smile and cheerfully shouted out.

"Whichever one of you buys me, you better make me cum lots, ya hear?"

Susie's grin shined like the sun. She giggled with giddiness as the man carried her back to the table and set her down. This was it, after this she would have the body she had longed for. The man pressed the resume button and she was pinned down once more. The blades descending towards her face, she left the audience with some parting words.

"Goodbye everyone! See you never!"

And with that, the scalpels dug into her face wildly. No delicacy was required for this part as the arms of the machine scraped and cut away flesh from her skull haphazardly. Chopping off a nose here, stabbing into her eye there, slicing her ears clean off, severing the tongue from her mouth, tearing away strips of skin, ripping chunks of hair out of her scalp, the assault on the teen's visage was brutal and merciless. The trauma was too much for Susie to endure, it did not take long at all before she passed out in shock. The man really cranked up the speed for this section of the procedure. For a process as intensive on her body as this, every moment mattered. In this life-threatening operation, the faster they could get her brain out of her head and into her chest, the better.

As the one set of arms proceeded with disassembling her head, a second set of arms came down and began cutting into her chest. To make room for the brain, one of her lungs would have to be removed. The resulting cavity would be large enough to house the brain.

When most of the skin over the girl's skull had been peeled away, arms holding small circular saws came down and began the arduous task of breaking through the thick skull. In order to break into the skull without damaging major nerves and blood vessels, it cut around the entire back half of the skull, sending sparks and gore flying in the process. At the same time, a second set of saws went to work cutting out the ribs on Suzie's left side of her chest. This considerably easier task was completed much sooner, allowing unobstructed access to the left lung. The cutting arms rapidly pulled the organ free and sealed the loose ends of the respiratory tract and veins. The cavity clear, those arms moved on to the neck and collar, cutting out bone and spreading apart the muscle and flesh there to make space for the excess spine. It was imperative that this preparation be completed before the brain was extracted so as to minimize the time it would be exposed to the elements.

A decently-sized channel was made and just around that time, the saws on Susie's head finished cutting the back of the skull away. The gravity field adjusted and pushed her head up off the table. Brain fluid spilled out as the piece of skull was left behind on the table, exposing the back half of the brain and spine. The arms of the machine spun around to the back of the head and cut those out of the front half of the skull, carefully sliding the entire mass free from their confines. With the skull discarded, now only the brain, the spinal column, and some length of esophagus and windpipe remained.

The arms grabbed her brain and gently and started to bend the spine downwards towards the chest. The muscles supporting the spine had already been cut away, so it only took a bit of careful alteration in the spine's ligaments and bone structure to get it to fit into the prepared channel. The brain nestled into the cavity in the chest, coming to a rest upside down next to the heart. Perfect fit.

All that was left to do was put the rest back together. The sewing arms and other tools pieced together the muscle, bone, and flesh into their proper places, the lasers burning odds and ends closed when it called for it. The excess length of the windpipe and esophagus were trimmed away in line with the collar. The attached flesh that had been Susie's neck was pressed down over them and sewn into a smooth contour of skin from shoulder to shoulder, after which, precisely placed holes were created and fit to line up with their openings. Without head or neck, those holes would be the only evidence to indicate a head had existed at all.

Finally, the sewing arms finished their task and the surgery was complete. Flawless stitching stretched across the upper torso, from the edges of the smooth expanse of skin across the collar and shoulders, to down and around the left half of the chest and ribs. The right half of the chest rose and fell as the headless torso known as Susie breathed softly. Was she unconscious? There was no clear way to tell anymore. All they could say for sure was that she was alive. This torso, this thing, it was living and breathing right in front of their eyes. No head, no limbs, the entire being of a human girl had been irreversibly compacted into this tiny package.

Susie's nap had gone on long enough. The man needed to confirm she was still in there. It was time to bring her back into the world of the living. The man pressed a button on the control panel. A solitary arm came down from the machine. At its end, electricity arced between two prongs. It made contact with the torso's chest and sent the creature into throes of pain. The thing shook and thrashed on the tabletop. The arm pulled away and it breathed heavily, air whistling out of its trachea hole. It stayed still for a moment to catch its breath, then slowly it began to move. It was her, it was Susie.

It was Susie, but now it was something new, something unique and different. It was a torso.

The torso twitched and fidgeted around. It curled spine back, raising itself slightly, then let itself drop down, causing its breasts to bounce. It did it again, then began to wriggle its hips. From where he was standing, the man could clearly see the torso was becoming wet, juices beginning to drip down to its asshole. The man walked over to it, lifting it from the table and raising it above his head.

"I present to you, Susie!"

The audience was silent for the longest time, in complete awe of the wondrous sight. All at once, the trance broke and they boomed into applause. They had seen it with their own eyes. The girl who only minutes ago had been waving a gun around and shouting crazily and smiling with all the happiness in the world had been transformed before their very eyes into the bizarre creature wriggling around in the man's hands.

The man smiled, quite pleased with the reaction. As happy as he was, there was still some work to be done before he could call this act a successful one. He still had one more promise to fulfill.

"Now then, which of you lucky patrons will get to take this fantastic art piece home? Let us start the bidding at 25,000 dollars."

"$25,000!"

"$50,000!"

"$100,000!"

"$150,000!"

The crowd grew into a frenzy as the bids raised higher and higher. The mood was so heated that at one point it felt like some fellows were about to exchange blows, until they too were outbid by an even wealthier individual. One by one, people were force to dropped out of the race to see who most deserved to purchase the exotic little torso for themselves, until at last no one could muster the resolve to outbid the absurd amount raised.

"The current bid is 550,000 dollars! Going once!... Going twice!... SOLD! Thank you, to the gentleman in the third row!"

People clapped as the gentleman, Mr. Chuck Bradford, stood to claim his prize. He walked towards the front of the stage and reached up as the man handed the torso down to him. He took it into his arms, marveling at how it moved and breathed in his grasp. He was able to feel its warmth through his suit. There was no doubt about it, this thing was alive. This squirming piece of fuckmeat was all his now.

As Mr. Bradford walked back to his seat, hands of fellow audience members jutted out in his direction in hopes of getting a touch of the thing's skin and prove to themselves just how real it was. He held it close to his chest, he would not let a soul lay a hand on his precious prize, not yet. There was a time and place for everything and for now, he wanted to savor his victory. They would all get their chance soon enough.

Taking center stage, the man bowed towards his audience.

"Thank you all for your support so far. Things have been going on for a little long now, it's about time we take an intermission. There is food and drinks out in the main hall. If the owners of the product be willing, we have an area set aside where you all can display and inspect the processed products for yourselves. Thank you."

The man stepped back and the curtain closed on the first half of tonight's unforgettable performance.