"What a shitty lay you were." Bill exclaimed to the battered vixen lying naked at his feet, "any girl who can't perform with as many drugs in them as I slipped you isn't worth my time." He pulled out a small egg-shaped device, opened it up and pressed a few buttons then shoved it in her mouth, "swallow it bitch." Still under the influence of the depressants he had given her she managed to choke it down, "that was a organic matter dissembler generator, commonly used to clear out plumbing, should make short work of you." He finished putting his clothes on and left, "by the way, those pills I gave you should be wearing off soon."
 
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The vixen screamed in agony as the microscopic machines tores apart her internal organs and red ooze began spilling out of holes in her sides. She watched in horror as her entire mid-section dissolved into blood and silvery nanites, at least now I won't feel my legs get torn apart she thought, but 30 seconds later she felt her clit start to burn. "What?! How is this possible?" She yelled out loud as she kicked with both her disembodied legs. "How, how, how?" she repeated as the nanites ripped into her chest and her ruptured lungs deflated.
 
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Bill knocked back another Explosive Decompression at one of fifty thousand seedy bars in The City. The previous night had been a good one, the Splice of the week had actually done fairly well for something drugged out of her panties and he hadn't even needed to dispose of the body, sure those dissembler pods were expensive but the puddles of nanite infested ooze they left behind were a lot less conspicuous than a pile of severed limbs or a sentient animal-shaped scorch mark.
 
Then a female Splice walked up to the bar wearing a long-cut blue dress that exposed her ample breasts, the opening for her tail was clumsily cut giving on-lookers a nice view of her underwear. She seemed to be a vixen like the one last night but he was pretty sure foxes weren't silver, was it the methanol or was she made of living metal? She turned to him and spoke, "Excuse me but I'm afraid I forgot my credit chip at home, would you mind if I bummed a few drinks off of you?" What do you know, two in two days, Bill felt like the luckiest human in the solar system.
 
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Twenty minutes later Bill and the silvery vixen were in a hotel room right above the bar, his pants lying on the far side of the bed. "Why don't we start with some head? Lick my balls you little bitch!" The vixen, presumably under the influence of the compliance drugs he had slipped into her Cosmo, obeyed. Her sensuous tongue, silver like her body, began coiling around Bill's family jewels, darting from one to another, tasting his salty musk. "Let's see if you can do more, take my cock in there too." With one move he shoved all his external reproductive organs into the vixen's waiting maw.
 
She wrapped her lips around the entire package, coiling her tongue around first the head, then his left nut followed by the right. "Say, you're pretty good at this."
 
"Shall I go further master?" The vixen inquired, somehow without taking her mouth off of Bill's genitals.
 
"Oh yeah, yeah, yeah!" Bill exclaimed and threw his legs upwards as the vixen made him spurt a jet of pre-cum. Suddenly the vixen grabbed his legs and held them up to his body.
 
"What the..." Bill looked down and saw his entire pelvis was in the vixen's mouth, his buttcheeks forming a pair of bulges in her throat. "Shit, what are you doing?!" He grabbed the vixen's right arm and tore it off his leg, it was ripped straight out of her elbow socket.
 
"Wow, I didn't know I was that aaiigh!" the severed arm dissolved in his hand, most of it falling on the vixen and being reabsorbed into her but some clinging to Bill and starting to dissolve his arm. A long tentacle grew from the stump of the torn arm and wrapped around Bill, holding his arms and legs to his body while the vixen shoved him down her still-expanding throat.
 
Bill continued to scream as he slowly vanished into the vixen's gaping maw and the nanites disintegrated his arm, but he had specifically requested a soundproof room so no one heard him until finally the fox Splice reached his head and closed her fangs over his bald head. Now all that was visible of Bill was a large bulge underneath the vixen's cum-stained dress that made her look eight months pregnant with a litter of at least twelve. "Oh dear, looks like this won't fit anymore" her outfit slowly dissolved as the nanites she had arrayed to look like a slutty dress merged with her full mass. "It'll take an hour or two to digest this asshole, might as well take a nap while I'm waiting. She lay on her side in the fetal position and her limbs began to marge into a single egg-shaped object wrapped around the slowly dissolving human within her.
 
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"Nanex industries apologizes for this unfortunate misuse of our Purgex brand dissassemblers, as a safety feature all of our nano that can destroy organic matter is programmed to automatically scan any central nervous system tissue it encounters. The nanites will store the data from your neurons until a service representative from the company can upload it into one of our complementary virtual environments so an emulation of yourself can experience an enternity of fun."
 
"End process" Bill's consciousness was shut down immediately after hearing the same pre-recorded message Vivian had heard when the nanomachines had finished destroying her brain. His memories and neural net were still stored within her but it would never run again. Her work was not done yet, there were still more rapists and murderers out there, and she would use Bill's memories to find them.