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He tips her back and lays her on the dissecting table. She takes off her skirt, spreads her legs and tells him: Fuck me like a machine. And while her breasts spill out, Simon begins to flow into her assemblage. His tongue-machine slides inside her like a coin in the slot, and Biancas mouth, which also has multiple uses, expels air like a bellows, a powerful, rhythmic breathing whose echo Si! Si! reverberates in the pulsing blood in Simons cock. Bianca moans, Simon gets hard, Simon licks Bianca, Bianca touches her breasts, the flayed men get hard, Gallienus starts to wank under his robe, and Hippocrates under his toga. Si! Si! Bianca grabs Simons dick, which is hot and hard as if its just come out of a steel forge, and connects it to her mouth-machine. Simon declaims as if to himself, quoting Artaud in an oddly detached voice: The body under the skin is an overheated factory. The Bianca Factory automatically lubricates her devenir-sexe. Their mingled moans ring out through the deserted Anatomical Theatre.