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 Buck felt himself building up to a climax. Great shivering waves of joy weakened him to a state of ecstasy as he slammed against the small, hard body of the girl. She was no longer screaming. She regarded him with great luminous blue eyes. Eat it up, baby, he said, eat it up, bitch. Then—
His joy turned to intense pain. It was pain such as he'd never known before. He was so breathless he could not scream. It was as though a huge pair of pliers or garden shears were being applied to his genitals, twisting while cutting. Screaming hoarsely, he tried to back away. The little bitch stayed attached to him. The light seemed to be fading, and still there was the horrendous tearing pressure between his legs. Then he screamed again, with a feeling as though someone were cutting his penis off with a dull but serrated knife.
At last he came free. He shoved her away. Dimly, in horror, he saw his privates lying in pieces on a blood-soaked blanket. Looked like some pitiful giblets, all dark red and mashed up, with bits of white skin. The van smelled of something scorched, and he realized she had somehow cauterized him. He sat holding the volcanic agony in his hands, crying softly and helplessly as the little girl rose. The pedophiles whispered rumors of such things, but nobody believed the stories. Besides, appetites were stronger than reasoning.
He watched helplessly as she extended her hands and three inch steel claws popped cat-like out of the ends of the fingers.
She came closer as if to kiss him. Her mouth opened, much wider than a little girl's should, and he saw the steel teeth and grinding gears inside.
Her tongue was a spinning corkscrew, an industrial drill, aimed straight at his head. Her mouth had more stuff in there than on a Swiss army knife.
He sobbed and closed his eyes, and waited for a swift, merciful end.
Darkness wrapped him in a blanket of nothingness…
Standing up and looking down at her handiwork, the girlbot broadcast:
SUSIE TO ROBERT ONE.
THIS IS ROBERT ONE.
IT IS SAFE TO COLLECT WASTE TISSUE. I HAVE TORN THE SUBJECT'S HEAD OFF. BRING YOUR TEAM TO CLEAN UP.
THIS IS ROBERT ONE. TEN FOUR, PIONEER UNIT SUSIE. THANK YOU FROM ALL OF US. WE HAVE THE CLEANERS EN ROUTE.
THIS IS SATELLITE NANCY. GOOD WORK, PIONEER UNIT SUSIE. ON TO YOUR NEXT ONE. WE'RE RIGHT BEHIND YOU ALL THE WAY. OVER AND OUT.
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