Janice rocked back and forth. She tried to cry out but no sound came out of her ruined throat. Her vocal cords refused to vibrate, the air didn't rush out of her mouth. Instead, it was just a steady pressure of wind filling her lungs and the countless aches that covered her body.
Around her was the deathly silence of more women. She lifted her head a few inches to look across the darkened room to see naked bodies stretched out along gurneys, tubes sticking out of their noses, and tattoos marking their sides. They all had the “2000” designator but the letter in front was different as was the numbers. The Bs were obvious, they were all large-breasted white-skinned women that were no doubt blondes in their previous lives. There were less Cs but they were all chocolate-skinned beauties with smaller breasts. She couldn't tell if they had curly hair or not, all of them were bald and hairless. The As looked like Asians but there were other letters but they were too far to figure out.
To her surprise, she saw a few penis along the edge. The only one she could read a tattoo. It started “K” but that was all she figure out.
A door creaked open. She gulped but her throat didn't seem to work. She twisted her head to look around until she spotted Goose coming her way.
Janice cringed as the fear rose. It must have been an hour since they silenced her forever. She concentrated on her body, trying to push past the surface agonies to the stuffed sensation in her lungs. She tried to open her mouth but her teeth refused to part. Her lips could split open but nothing else.
“How you feeling, cunt?” whispered Goose.
She glared at him.
He smiled warmly and rested his hand on her sex. The freshly depilated mound still ached. He worked one finger up and down her slit, working through the dry opening. “Aww, not getting juices up at the idea of being turned into a breeder? Why not?”
She twisted her hips and tried to escape but she couldn't move her bare pussy away from his fingers.
“Don't worry,” he patted her pussy before he moved his finger to roll her clitoris back and forth. It wasn't a pleasurable sensation but cruel and painful.
After a moment, he pulled away and licked his finger. “Come on, you have your appointment with reduction.” He chuckled cruelly. “You're going to like this one.”
Somehow, Janice didn't think she was going to enjoy anything again. Tears burned in her eyes as she watched the cameras above her head while Goose rolled her out of the waiting room and down the hall.
“Oh, good. It's the pussy pushing another pussy,” Crane said. “Reduction Two.”
“Blow me.”
They headed straight into another workstation. This one appeared to be more surgical station, like the dentist, but there were six men in yellow scrubs surrounded by a brightly-lit section.
She was pushed into the center.
One of the doctor's looked up to the ever-present cameras. “Subject B-2000-7 coming in for reduction surgery. This will take about two hours to complete and we are using a new biological glue for sutures that have proven to reduce infections of amputations without—”
At the word “amputation,” Janice panicked. They were going to amputate her? She yanked at her bounds and strained at the bounds on her ankles. The padded links didn't give up and her desperate efforts only brought a faint clicking.
“Subject is beginning standard panic attack. Administrating a sedative into the catheter installed previously.”
Her eyes were wide as she saw one of the doctor's reach over with a needle attached to a tube. He shoved it into the lump in her neck and then hooked the tube into a hook.
Almost immediately, her vision blurred and the tension in her legs went slack. She tried to sob but her chest heaved silently and no noise came out. She shook her head, pleading with her eyes and working her lips to mouth the word “please.”
The doctors didn't even look at her.
“Okay, bringing into additional clamps.”
They worked in unison, swinging hooks from below the edge of the gurney to clamp down on her shoulders, hips, and chest. The soft padded restraints shoved down on her as they clicked into place.
She tried to lift her body to move the restraints but they didn't even budge. Her body was firmly pinned into place.
“Removing gurney restraints and moving to station restraints.”
Somehow, hearing the man describing the actions made it worse. They freed her from the gurney restraints and spread her out spread-eagle. She fought with all her might but her torn muscles and the sedative made it a pointless task. They clamped her down and she couldn't move.
“Today, we are going to start with the breeder's right arm.”
Tears ran down Janice's cheeks as she morbidly turned to look at her arm. The slender limb was stretched tautly away from her. A painfully bright light shone down on it along with cameras in all directions. Under the shine, her skin looked pale and fragile.
She clenched her hand helplessly, they had it pinned so she couldn't free herself.
Someone injected a needle into her arm. It pinched at first but then quickly grew numb. Five more pricks surrounded her arm, cutting off all the sensation from her collar to the end of her fingers.
The doctor held a scalpel about mid-point of her upper arm. “And we'll start with the first incision.”
He cut deeper into the skin, creating a flap of flesh. Blood oozed out from the cut but it wasn't gushing like she expected. Instead, she saw the horrifying sight of her skin being peeled back to reveal muscle, fat, and tendons.
Janice almost passed out but something kept her staring. It was surreal seeing the blood-flecked knife cutting into her body.
The doctor spoke as he stripped away the skin from her arm, peeling it back until there was a good six inches being folded away. Then he began to work into her muscle, working quietly and efficiently as he sliced into her body, cutting away everything.
At the sight of her bared bones, the world grew dark.
When Janice opened her eyes, they were working on her other arm. She could feel the sensation of the scalpel slicing into her flesh and she couldn't bare the sight of looking. Instead she focused on her right shoulder.
The first thing she saw with a large metallic disk where her shoulder and arm used to be. It was about six inches across and perfectly smooth. Underneath it, her skin had been folded neatly into a pad with some sort of purple, glue-like substance coating everything. Except for a few smears of blood and discoloration along her shoulder, there was no sign that she had an arm only minutes ago.
Her eyes blurred with tears as she stared at it. It was inhuman. She had lost her arm.
Morbidly, she tried to flex her fingers, using the memories of what it felt like, but only a sharp pain radiated from her limb. She would have whimpered except that no sound came from her silenced throat.
She flexed her shoulder, tearing at the pain that radiated. She could see some sort of large ring on the other side of the disk. She tried to lift her head but she was too weak. After a few moments, she slumped back and let out a mute sob of terror.
She would never be able to grab anything again, never be able to touch.
Sadness and despair flooded through her. She closed her eyes tightly as the tears ran faster. They dripped down her face and soaked her neck and shoulder.
Then she felt them pop the bone out of her shoulder. The crunching noise brought a wave of nausea and her stomach heaved with the horror.
“And now we are going to drill the mounting holes into the bone.”
Janice did everything she could to clamp her eyes closed. Terror tore through her as she sobbed pitifully, trying to flex but her other arm was already gone.
The whine of the drill rose up, then the smell of burning. Her entire body vibrated; she could feel her breasts shaking back and forth as the doctor bore into her bones.
The high-pitched whine was agony in her ears as he quickly worked each hole. It felt like a thousand were cut out.
It was nothing compared to when they started hammering in the mounting screws. Each slam of a hammer shook her body violently as the vibrations tore through her senses. Her collar and shoulders were in agony as they thankfully finished.
“Now, fold the skin over the mounting bolts.”
More tears burned in her eyes and she kicked helplessly as the doctor's wrapped the stub of her shoulder with her skin, impaling the folded flesh with a wet squelch.
“Oops, a little blood here. Blot that. Good, now a thick layer of the antibiotic glue.”
The glue was icy cold as it was smeared into a thick layer.
“And finally the shoulder bracket.”
She turned toward the look, her stomach heaving but she couldn't tell if not looking was worse. When she saw the metal disk behind held up, she almost passed out again. It had a few small holes that went through it but it was the large, ridged ring on the other side that was terrifying. It looked like an eyelet used to hang things, but with it attached to her shoulder, that meant that she was going to be the one hung.
She sobbed and shook her head, trying to deny the fact that they were dehumanizing her with terrible efficieny.
The doctors threaded the bolts embedded into her shoulder thorugh the holes on the disk and then screwed them down until it was painfully tight against her destroyed shoulder. After smearing more glue over the junction, they held it down firmly.
“Let it set.”
They held it for a few minutes before hesitatingly releasing it. The skin held in place.
Janice squirmed in pain. They didn't seem to care that she was in agony, even through the anesthetic.
“Okay, moving to the left leg. We're going to remove the left leg at the hip joint.”
Janice sobbed as they performed the same actions that they had done hundreds if not thousands of time: the prick of the local anesthetic, then cutting of her skin, and then the deep slices to remove muscle before sealing off the veins and arteries.
The smell of blood flooded over her. It mixed with the burning scent of drilled bones and the harsh taste of the glue. The stench choked her but there was nothing she could do. She was completely helpless, pinned like a butterfly getting its wings pulled off. She sobbed silently as she tried not to think about the doctor's prying her leg bones out of the socket.
When her joint popped and her entire body shook violently, she broke down again. The muscles of her body tensed painfully but there wasn't as much pain. She was arm-less and soon to be leg-less, helplessly reduced to nothing more than a torso and a head.
“Okay, folding the skin back. Get the glue ready.”
The doctors were terrifying efficient as they sealed her leg and moved to her final leg.
Janice no longer tried to look around. She stared up at the cameras and let the tears roll down her cheeks. Her eyes focused on the inhuman lenses, knowing that countless men were going to be watching her dehumanization. They were probably stroking themselves, jerking off at the sight of her being reduced to a hunk of flesh, a torso that has no other purpose than to support a womb for a life of breeding.