Chapter 3. Magda and Maisie have a Bad Day.


Bob and Emma had retired to the lounge to consider their next move.

"I still can't decide. I'm too horny to think properly," Emma lamented seductively, as she rubbed a hand between Bob's legs. "Maybe we can have a quickie first, and decide later."

Bob didn't need much encouragement, "I nearly came just checking those girls over. The brown one really did it for me."

"Me too," agreed Emma. "Hey, why don't we drag her out here and let her join the fun?"

A few minutes later they had returned with Maisie, she was in tears from being wrenched away from mummy.

Bob threw her onto the bed, and she lay there, still wailing, in a fetal position.

Bob pulled open his onesie, and Emma followed suit. Bob noticed that her knickers were wet with her womanly juices. Clearly she had got as excited about the newcomers as he had.

"I'll use the double ender," said Emma, "So we can share."

So that's how it transpired. Maisie was held between the couple, while Bob raped her juicy ass, and Emma ripped her little pussy with the dildo.

The little girl gasped and wailed in shock as her orifices were brutalized, her body heaving and squirming between Bob and Emma's bucking torsos, as she tried to escape the pain.

Bob and Emma gripped each other in a tight embrace, and Maisie was squeezed between them. Her sobs soon became muffled as her face was buried in Emma's ample bosom.

Still harder they squeezed. Maisie was fighting for air and the panic caused a little poop to squit along Bob's shaft, causing him to roll his eyes in ecstasy, and relief soon came as he squirted his load into that squishy dimpled butt.

Maisie still couldn't breathe, and was struggling and kicking. Soon rising panic caused her to lose control of her bladder, sending a cascade of piss down Emma's dildo. Emma shuddered to a climax as she felt the warm wetness squirt onto her.

"You're a filthy little cow, aren't you?" Emma scolded. Maisie was once again able to breathe, but replied only with gasping sobs.

Bob put on a fake posh English accent, "Simply marvellous darling, we should do that again, if you can find a slot in your schedule." Emma giggled and passed Bob a spliff.

The couple were sated for the moment, and soon returned to the business in hand. They dragged little Maisie back to mum, as she wouldn't walk. A trickle of blood and poo had stained her wet jim-jams. After they had tossed her little body back inside the cell, and slammed the door, it was time for to make another coffee, and a plan.

In the end, and after much deliberation, Emma picked the Masher as the destructor of choice. This was one of Bob's favourites too, and he had taken months carefully constructing it.

In essence, it is a fairly simple machine, although completely diabolical of course, worthy of any volcano-dwelling arch-villian.

A large flywheel, about a yard across and weighing five tons, is powered by a large, speed controllable electric motor.

Attached to this wheel is a heavy connecting rod about six feet long, and that in turn connects to a piston.

Thus this forms an arrangement not unlike that in any automobile engine. As the flywheel turns, the piston is driven back and forth over a distance of about eighteen inches. The piston itself is not round as in a car engine, but rectangular, with a width of two feet, and a height which is adjustable by means of adding or removing metal plates.

The piston operates at the bottom of a box, two feet wide to match the piston. Opposite the piston is a grill, made of heavy steel with a grid of one-inch squares cut into it.

This is where the mashing takes place. Above this is a vertical Plexiglass chute, into which the victim is delivered. Thus a fine view of the victim is obtained from all angles, for enraptured members of the audience, and cameras alike.

As the piston operates, the lower part of the victim is mashed through the grill in steps, and after each stroke of the piston, the victim falls by gravity deeper into this terrible maw, ready to be mashed again at the next stroke.

Spectators can enjoy tactile participation in the fun too, as on the other side of the mashing grill is large metal 'slops tray', approximately six feet on each side, and a few inches deep, where the gore is collected. It also happens to be the perfect, if messy, spot for sexual activities while witnessing the destruction first hand.

Today, Emma had chosen to make the mashing grill eight inches high in the expectation that this would yield the most fun. Bob make the necessary adjustments, and then gave the machine one last test. He revelled in the smooth shick-shick-shick noise as the piston operated back and forth.

Bob checked the numerous cameras and microphones. This was going to be a doozy, and it would be a shame not to capture it all for future viewing pleasure.

It was nearing mid-day, and those spliffs had given Bob and Emma the munchies. Back at the house, Bob whipped up a quick and delicious spaghetti bolognaise, and the two of them excitedly talked about the afternoon's upcoming events.

After lunch, Bob accompanied Emma back to the cell. As soon as the door was openend, Magda started kicking off.

"What did you do to my Maisie?" she screamed. "You fucking animals!"

She was so enraged that not even threats of a coshing from Emma would quieten her this time. Taken aback, they retreated, and shut the door while they decided their next move.

"Well at least they've eaten their damn breakfast," Emma said. "You'd think she might show a little gratitude!"

Bob was heartened by this, as he liked them to keep their strength up. Greater endurance equals more fun!

Emma was happy too, as she supposed more solids inside them would yield a messier, more visceral experience. More splatter equals more fun!

"I think we'll deal with that mouthy bitch first," Emma said, "I'll fucking show her whose boss around here."

In the workshop were several shelves, with all manner of weapons, and gadgets. Emma immediately picked out a baseball bat, and changed into a new pair of boots. These were no ordinary footwear however, for they were adorned with two-inch long spikes on the soles.

Bursting back through the cell door, and before Magda could react, Bob grabbed her by the hair and lifted her from the bed. The kids were screaming.

"Wha…" Magda started to say, but was interrupted by Emma, who delivered a sickening blow to her belly with the bat.

"Urrrgh" Magda groaned, and she folded in two. Bob dragged her out of the cell by her hair.
Emma yanked the door shut, then turned again to face Magda. Another blow slammed into Magda's midriff, and she crumpled to the floor.

Bob and Emma fell upon her like predators. They wrestled Magda's arms behind her back and tied them with rope. Emma then sat on Magda's back while Bob tied her legs together at the ankles.
Then they took an arm each and dragged her into the factory proper. She was stretched out on the floor, face up.

"Huhuhu" Magda cried. Neither Bob nor Emma payed any heed, they were on fire now, working together in a sexual frenzy.

Bob reached down and pulled out the full eight inches of his stiffened member. Emma stood by while he forced his way inside her.

"Yaghhh," she cried. Slowly Bob started raping her, thrusting deeper and deeper with each stroke. Her soft fleshy body was delicious, and he loved the way her mushy loose pussy gradually but involuntarily yielded to his thrusting. Then he knelt over her, still pushing, and nodded to Emma.

Emma stepped over and slammed one spiked boot onto Magda's voluminous left breast. Magda screamed a horrible scream. Emma repeated the action. Blood sprayed up. A couple more stamps and Magda's breast started to turn to mush. Before it was completely destroyed Emma changed her target and casually stepped with all her weight on Magda's soft squidgy belly, twisting her foot from side to side and tearing little gashes in it.

"Guurrgh," Magda blurted, so Emma did it again. By now Bob had stopped thrusting, revelling in the powerful waves eminating from Magda's cunt as her body forced every muscle to resist the pounding it was receiving from Emma's boots.

Suddenly Bob felt the convulsions enveloping his shaft increased to an iron grip, and then Magda puked. The breakfast she had eaten an hour earlier erupted and pooled over her face like
a volcano. With each violent heave, it felt like Bob's cock was being strangled hard, and unable to resist, he came again and again. Then he laid down on top of Magda's puke sodden form in
a tight embrace, and fucked her for a few seconds more. He didn't want it to stop so soon.

All good things must come to an end. Bob climbed off Magda's body, breathing hard and staggering slightly.

He grabbed an arm and flipped her over, he didn't want her to drown in her own vomit just yet.

Bob looked down at her broad pyjama covered ass, dirty with dust and wet with sweat and cum. It still looked delicious though, and he thought he would surely need to avail himself of that delight before it's final destruction.

"Right, let's get her over to the machine," said Bob authoritatively. "I don't wan't the whole fucking place covered in puke."

The factory was equipped with crane that operated on an X-Y axis, that could reach any part of the floor. Bob grabbed a nearby remote, and brought the hoist over to where Magda lay. Then he used it to lift her by the wrists, and deliver it to the masher, as he walked alongside.

Bob lowered Magda into the slops tray, as she cursed and cried in Polish.

Bob and Emma left Magda's half ruined body tied up in the steel tray and went upstairs to the lounge while they got their strength back.

"I got so wet doing that," said Emma, "It's amazing how you can feel her squirming under those boots. But I'm horny as hell now, and you were having most of the fun."

"Don't worry sweetness," Bob assured her, "Plenty to go round."

An hour later they returned to the fray.

"I wanna ass-rape that bitch right now," declared Bob.

"And what about me?" Emma didn't want to miss out.

"I can ass-rape you anytime," Bob joked. They both laughed at the deliberate misunderstanding.

"We could do the same as we did with the little one earlier," Bob suggested.

"Nah, too lame," Emma countered. "I want to really fuck her up."

"It would be nice if she was still alive for the Masher. I don't know how much more she can take."

"Well there's only one way to find out. If she snuffs it, then we'll just have to mash her dead body. It'll still be kinda fun!"

"True enough," conceded Bob.

Emma put on an evil grin, "Anyway I really wanna use that toy you made for me."

Bob thought for a moment about the practicalities. "Tell you what, sugar bum, how about you ass-rape her with that thing, while I make sweet love to your pretty, pretty booty? I'll be ass-raping her by proxy then."

"Fun for all!" agreed Emma.

The toy Emma was referring to was an terrifyingly clever invention of Bob's, known as The Ripper. Basically it was a double ended strap on, but the nasty end was a nine-inch long steel shaft. Arrayed along it, at half-inch intervals were counter-rotating rings of steel spikes, shaped for maximum damage.

The fact that each ring of spikes whizzed round in an opposite direction to it's neighbours meant that any orifice it was inserted into would rapidly be macerated into a bloody pulp.

The whole unit was driven by a small but powerful motor contained within the shaft, and powered by a rechargable battery pack.

They returned to the factory. Magda was lying prostrate in the tray, still groaning from her ordeal, and mumbling in Polish. Bob loosened the ropes, while Emma strapped herself into the Ripper.

She clipped the battery onto her belt and watched in glee as the teeth on her shiny new dick whirred around. She demonstrated it to Magda, who, realising what was in store for her, promptly pissed herself, leaving a yellow puddle in the tray.

Emma turned the Ripper off again while she got into position. Then, she pushed the pointy business end into Magda's asshole.

Feeling the cold steel penetrate her, Magda gasped, and tried to crawl forward.

Placing an arm around her neck, Emma lay down on top of her, and rode her like a wayward donkey as Magda gamely lurched forward. Now Bob joined the party, and climbed aboard his wife's perfect tush. The extra weight was too much for Magda, and she collapsed to the floor with a grunt, her chest squashed against the smooth steel.

Bob squirted a little lube, gently eased himself into Emma's sweet butt-hole and started to slowly fuck. "Ready when you are," he whispered into his wife's ear.

Emma flicked the switch and the blades whirred into life. Magda yelped as some of the spikes caught on her inner thighs, tearing at her pudgy skin.

Emma pulled herself forward, and as she started to enter Magda's bum-hole, the screams abruptly rose in intensity. Magda tried to evade the infiltration of her body, squirming and bucking, her fingers clawing helplessly at the ground.

This only served to make things more stimulating for the happy couple, who were starting to get a rhythm going. Both started to push harder and deeper into their respective pits of delight.

The first spinning rings of destruction soon made Magda's sphincter history, and she tried kicking with her legs, her shrill screams becoming roars.

Her rectum was next on the menu, and soon a vile pool of blood, gore and shit was pooling under her. The pain was beyond anything imaginable, and she started to gasp in shock.

Still, Emma had only pushed a third of her length into her brutalised body, and decided to let Magda enjoy the full experience of mechanised buggery. Tightly grasping around Magda's neck, she pulled herself deep into her abdominal cavity.

A piercing shriek announced that guts were being liquidised into pureé. Emma started thrusting her silver member in and out, each time finding new viscera to obliterate, and delighting in the convulsions she could feel transmitted through the dildo. Magda's constant screaming rose and fell in pitch with each thrust like a demented fire engine, only serving to fuel Emma and Bob's lust further.

Bob and Emma had never had so much fun. A side benefit of this contraption was that it also acted as a vibrator. Emma was rapt in ecstasy as the 'brrrrzzzz' of the motor rose and fell, as she pushed and pulled, and Bob could feel it too, giving his wife's familiar orifice a whole new dimension.

Bob, through his wife, could also feel the blades jaggedly tearing into the guts, muscle, fat and connective tissue, and every tremble of Magda's squirming paroxysms, an unexpected visceral delight. It was if the two of them had become a single orgasmic entity.

Emma, Being stimulated so strongly in front and behind was now on a higher plane of bliss. She started orgasming, even though it had only been a couple of minutes since they had started. She could feel her own juices squelching against the length of smooth steel she had clenched in her snatch.

Reaching under Magda's body to pull herself deeper, Emma discovered those massive breasts, and started kneading them joyously, then remembered that one was punctured by the earlier stomping. She worked her fingers into the holes of that ruined tit, squeezing and squelching the fatty tissue until a tantalizing trickle of blood dribbled down her fingers.

Then she left the whirring monster inside Magda's rapidly deteriorating belly, and started wiggling it from side to side, feeling it rip into new expanses of flesh. The pitch of the motor rose and fell with each sway, and Emma continued to be overwhelmed by wave after wave of orgasms. Shock had silenced Magda now, bar heaving, agonized gasps.

The relative quiet allowed a delightful mix of farting, squelching and wet chewing noises come to the fore, adding further to the highly charged atmosphere.

Bob, because of the relief he had enjoyed in the day's earlier exploits, still managed to contain himself, but was having the ride of his life. Never before had he seen his woman be so aroused, and as she bucked, swayed and vibrated below him, her tight asshole gripped and massaged his dick to the point where he could barely hold on.

Emma was now humping, thrusting and twisting with all her might in a frenzy of motorised carnage. Magda's innard's were mulched into soup, her guts, bladder and uterus having been blended into a gooey paste.

Soon the blades bit through her belly muscles and fat from inside, intensifying the vibrations. It was too much for Bob, who finally shot his hot, sticky sauce into his wife's welcoming behind. Emma whooped and moaned, unable to contain her pleasure.

Then there was a shriek, not from Magda, but from hard steel scraping against steel. Emma had drilled right through her.

Emma pulled out, spraying all kinds of fluids in every direction. She turned the thing off, the shaft now coated with a thick layer of gore, and dripping with blood. She lay there for a minute, with Bob's still hard dick inside her, savouring the petite mort.

Bob heaved his frame from the exhausted pile of bodies, then Emma followed suit, undoing the straps of the machine with trembling hands. The couple sat on the floor, utterly spent, panting and drenched in sweat. They looked in awe at the size of the bloody lake spreading out from under Magda, and reeled at the heady funk that now permeated the factory.

"Damn, I forgot to take the lens cap off," sighed Bob, "we'll have to start again."

It was the oldest joke in the book, but they were both wracked by fits of laughter, hooting until they cried.

Bob stood, and, grabbing an arm, flopped Magda over onto her back. There was a two-inch wide hole perfectly centred where her navel used to be, surrounded by the puncture marks from the stomping. The whole front of her body was drenched in blood. More was still trickling from her minge and the place where her butt-hole used to be.

Emma looked at the ragged hole in Magda's middle. "I heard belly-button piercings were all the rage, but I can't see the attraction," she quipped, and they started laughing again.

"I dunno, it's a nice look," countered Bob, "One more orifice to fuck!" And he would have. He didn't have the energy though, and there were still more dishes on the menu to be savoured.

Magda, was still alive and concsious, at least for now. Bob guessed Emma had missed the most vital organs, either by luck or design. The ruined woman's ghostly white complexion spoke of shock and serious blood loss, and it was clear she wouldn't be around for much longer.

Emma thought it best to see if they could keep her alive until the finale, and suggested raising her feet. Bob grabbed the remote for the hoist, and used it to lift her legs, while Emma administered an energy drink to try and replace lost fluids. Magda seemed confused about what was happening, and was mumbling in Polish.

Twenty minutes later, Bob felt ready to continue, and a plan had formed. Bob would rape Kasia, while Emma would do Maisie, while they watched Magda get obliterated by the Masher.

Soon they were back with the two kids. Maisie started crying again when she saw the ruins of mummy lying in a pool of blood. Kasia said nothing, just stared wide-eyed in horror, she felt weak at the knees, wondering what was in store for Maisie and herself.

Magda was barely conscious, moaning and pleading, in a sea of congealing blood and filth.

Bob cut away her ruined jimmies then used the hoist to lift her naked body by tied wrists. Carefully positioning her, he lowered her into the Plexiglass chute, then climbed the access ladder and cut the rope securing her wrists. Then the slops tray was hastily hosed down, ready for the next phase.

The piston was already positioned at it's furthest reach, tight against the mashing grill, so that Magda was standing on top of it. Her knees buckled, but she could not fall further, constrained as she was by the Plexiglass walls. She slumped against the side, wedged in. In her weakened state she could do nothing more than gasp and moan.

Once Bob had everything in place, he turned around to see Emma holding up another strap-on. In place of a cock, this one had a viscous looking serrated knife, with large barbs adorning
it's seven-inch blade. She certainly does like her double enders, he thought.

A few minutes later, everything was in place. The little one had her ankles bound and was placed face up in the slops tray, head toward the mashing grill. She seemed not to have much energy, perhaps her earlier adventures had left her with internal damage.

Kasia was grizzling but seemed more stoic. With just a word from Bob, she cooperatively lay down on the wet steel, next to her sister.

"Ready to enjoy the show?" teased Emma.

"I won't look," Kasia sulked.

"You can listen though. You can't put your hands over your ears if they are tied up can you?" It was clear Emma was enjoying tormenting the girl.

As she was being so cooperative, Bob elected not to tie her up anyway. If she got unruly, he was sure he could handle it. Besides, he liked it when they tried to struggle and escape. He found the thrashing of girly limbs a real turn-on.

Despite her ankles being bound. Maisie was trying to crawl out of the pit. Emma grabbed her by the arm and flipped her over. Then she straddled her and pulled down her jammies.

Bob stood over Kasia and gave her a big smile, that made her feel strangely weak. Her heart was pounding against her ribcage as he straddled her.

Bob pulled out his knife, and Kasia squealed. "Please make it quick!" she pleaded.

"No funny stuff, ok?" He said, putting the knife against her throat. Kasia nodded, wide eyed and thought she was going to pee. Bob put the knife away and strapped it tightly. He didn't want this little bitch grabbing it while he was doing the business.

Then Bob pulled Kasia's PJ bottoms down. He took a good look at Kasia's slit, squirted a little lube, Then eased a couple of fingers into it. After massaging her a little, he pulled out his dick and gently pushed in.

"Ohhhhh" Kasia moaned. It was her first time, and it was pretty uncomfortable. But still she felt a slight tingle of naughty pleasure that caught her off-guard.

"I think we're all set," Bob told Emma, and watched as slowly Emma pushed her steel blade into Maisie's tight coin-slot causing her to erupt with a near-ultrasonic girly scream.

Kasia gasped in horror as she saw the knife enter and turned her head away from her sister. It was clear that they were going to rape Maisie to death and she had no reason to think that she would fare any better. She just hoped it would be over with soon, and that death would take her away from this nightmare.

Bob reached for the controller, flicked a switch and an electrical hum emanated from deep in the machine's bowels.

He turned the speed control knob, the hum intensified, and the flywheel started to turn. Of course this had the effect of sliding the piston away from under Magda's feet, causing her to suddenly drop down the chute by that eight inches.

"Ooooher," Magda moaned piteously.

Everything was moving very slowly and it took a few seconds for the piston to reach the other side of the box. Then it started to return. Despite her earlier declaration, Kasia was watching wide eyed, looking up at her mother above her.

"No no no! Stop it!" She yelled as suddenly she realized what was about to happen. She suddenly squirmed under Bob helplessly trying to escape, he slammed her head down and rammed home his cock, causing her to squeal like a beaten puppy.

Emma was savouring the moment, and started thrusting her blade deeper into Maisie's cunt, which caused the most intense bubbling shrieks of pain and anguish. The blood looked like a black sheen on Maisie's brown legs, as it trickled down between her squishy thighs.

Then the piston reached Magda's chubby feet, and painted toenails, and pushed them inexorably towards the grill. The sudden change in her footing caused the mother to twist a little and slump over to the near side. Her mangled left breast spread out against the glass, causing the wounds to open, revealing yellow fat, and leaving a bloody smear.

Suddenly, Magda visibly stiffened in pain as her feet reached the end of their journey, twisting around sideways at an unnatural angle. Then as they reached the grill, with a deep, solid sounding crunch, they were mashed flat in a grisly burst of gore and forced through the inch-square holes.

A little blood spurted through the grill and landed in Emma's hair. Then with a plop, the mangled meat dropped into the tray, in a little pile, comically adorned with green spangles.

As the piston once again retreated, with a satisfying 'shick' sound, Emma slowly withdrew the blade from Maisie, slick with blood. Maisie's screams had subdued a little, becoming a sporadic wailing.

Bob turned up the speed a notch and started to fuck Kasia more forcefully, finding a nice rhythm. Kasia was panting and groaning in distress. But occasionally she would be swept with a wave of pleasure, making her feel guilty. As endorphins flooded her system, the pain lessened. She darkly wondered if she was actually starting to enjoy it.

Magda fell another eight inches. Now her meaty calves were in the line of fire, and the piston was returning again, the little extra speed seemingly imparting it with more purpose. Emma once again plunged the blade deep into the little one. More screams.

With her legs now side by side, Magda was face on to the grill. She could see out through the Plexiglass at her daughters being brutally raped. Still, any thoughts for them was overwhelmed by the agony wracking her dying body.

The piston reached the back of her calves, and the machine shuddered again as a little explosion of flesh and bone erupted through the mashing holes. A spurt of blood hit Emma square in the forehead and trickled down her nose. She eagerly licked it away as it found her lips.

The next stroke of the piston cause what was left of Magda's lower legs to splay out sideways, causing her to fall down fully onto her knees.

The piston returned to the masher. There was a loud bang as her knees exploded, then almost simultaneously, a fantastic munch sound as thigh meat was squished and torn asunder. Femurs were shattered and squeezed their bone marrow into the unholy mix. Fat, minced muscle and shards of bone shot through the holes.

Emma, being nearest, had turned her face away, worried about bone shards hitting her in the eyes, and the gore fell into a pile just beyond Maisie's pretty brown head. The next thrust was more of the same, only more so as the thicker parts of the woman's ample thighs were crushed and then squished into a meaty pile of oblivion.

Emma pushed herself up out of the growing pile of meat in front of her as the piston returned once again. This time the expansive bottom half of Magda's pear-shaped form was about to bite the dust, and clearly there was some real danger having her face so close.

Bob and Emma watched in fascination as Magda's thick hips, squidgy belly and flabby arse were pushed unrelentingly towards the grill. Bob could actually see the pubic mound through the grid, and watched in delighted horror as it squished, the skin tearing apart like wet toilet tissue.

Belly fat started to push through the grill, followed quite soon after by more of everything. Magda's pussy was torn to pieces by the unrelenting force, and piss exploded as her bladder was mashed, and copious quantities of minced meat, bone splinters, large intestines, and shit extruded through the holes.

It reminded Kasia of one of those pasta-making machines.

As the piston reached it's furthest reach, heavier thuds, crunches and pops shook the machine as the remaining pieces of shattered pelvis were turned to a gooey rubble.

Magda was silent now, apart from a faint panting. Emma was wailing in ecstasy, and a peculiar squealing was coming from Maisie, whose crotch was rapidly turning into what looked like an accident at an abattoir. Not much had been heard from Kasia, so when Bob looked down at her, he was surprised to see her wide eyed and with a faint smile of wonder on her luscious lips.

Bob continued to vigorously rape her, but then Kasia spoke up, her voice warbling with Bob's pounding. "I really hated those bastards." This unexpected confession certainly gave Bob and Emma pause for thought. With that revelation dispensed with, Kasia started reacting enthusiastically to Bob's thrusting, pushing with her hips, and giving little teasing wiggles.

Bob was stunned. Her muscular, gymnastically trained body was # working with his to maximum effect, her tight virginal pussy, pulsating with every thrust. It was so much more than he ever expected from a newbie.

The growing pile of steaming goo had now reached the top of Maisie's head. The next stroke of the piston would see her face buried under a delicious meal of belly fat, muscle, bits of uterus, liver paté, and shit-filled intestines.

Suddenly unable to breath, survival reflex kicked in and she tried to lift her head. Emma put her hand on her throat and shoved it back into the stinking pile, and gave her a couple of extra thrusts of the blade for good measure. Panicking, Maisie tried to turn her head, but was unsuccessful. Her little body heaved in convulsions to find air, the mound of minced entrails producing gurgles and bubbling sounds as she started to drown.

Emma delighted in the suddenly bucking and squirming form below her, but before Maisie succumbed to her mother's viscera, Emma pulled her bloody head free of the pile. Maisie coughed, blood and shit flying from her lips, then gasped, squealed, and gasped again. Overwhelmed by the filth in her mouth, she turned her head, retched, and barfed; heaving repeatedly into the gruesome mix.

Again the piston approached. Because of the pressure, not all of Magda's innards found their way through the grill. Her upper chest was being pushed up and down by the increasing gory mass below it. This had the titillating effect of making her breasts to rub up and down the Plexiglass, smearing gore as they went, rather like a cam whore giving a soapy display in the shower, only a hundred times more erotic.

This time gastric juices and remains of breakfast spurted as the stomach burst open, mixing with fleshy arm meat and cracking ribs. Then a dull pop sent a crimson wave of arterial blood flooding in all directions. It had been her heart, and finally Magda was dead.

Slimy white chunks of lung added to the mix in the pile. Now, all that remained of this soft feminine torso dropped into the line of fire.

Those beautiful white tits were next. Bob couldn't hold himself any longer. As the mammaries flattened, then squished and burst, he too burst into Kasia's sweet pussy, wave after wave of his seed shooting into her. Then he felt a little convulsion as Kasia orgasmed too. She was smiling and crying, her face contorted with every emotion from horror to ecstasy.

There was nothing left now except Magda's head, thick neck and a flopping, fleshy arm. The final movement of the piston saw to demolish those with a sustained and wet sounding crack and crunch.

As the skull was crushed, an eyeball flew through one of the grill holes, and rolled down the ever spreading mass of gore. Emma, sensing impending climax, pushed Maisie's little head once more back into the pile of filth.

Maisie's little brown body bucked and squirmed desperately for what seemed like an age, as Emma let rip with the pelvic blade, thrusting faster and faster, deeper and harder with each push. Each time the blade slid out, it dragged chunks of pussy flesh and other unnamable gore along with it. Wet plopping and queefing sounds accompanied every thrust, adding to the rhythm of the machine like some demented orchestra.

Emma finally moaned and climaxed as she felt the little one's body suddenly stiffen and convulse. She had reached her peak just as Maisie had finally drowned.

It was all over. "Yay!" cried Kasia.

Completely spent, Bob and Emma staggered to their feet looked down at her blood and shit spattered face, as she lay in the pool of her mother's fluids. Her eyes were gleaming, although tears were running freely down her cheeks. "They were always so mean to me, and Maisie got everything!" she explained with a quavering voice.

The three survivors stood surveying the damage. Apart from 150 pounds of blood and gore sitting in the tray, there were bits of flesh liberally sprayed about the place for some yards.

Bob reached into the pile and dragged out Maisie's limp body by the hair. Her now red pyjamas were utterly soaked, making them cling to her nubile little body. It was a shame she hadn't lasted longer, but no doubt they would still find some use for her body.

A thought struck him, and he turned to Kasia. Still unsure of the transformation he had just witnessed in her, he wanted to probe her reaction. "You can play with this if you like," he invited, dumping her sister's corpse at her feet.

"C-Cool!" Kasia's countenance seemed to have turned a darker shade, as if an uncanny evil had possessed her.

"But first we're all going to eat and shower," Bob said brightly.

The three of them went up to the lounge, showered and put on clean outfits. During the meal Kasia piped up bravely, "Are you really going to kill me?"

Two answers came as one.

"Of course!" said Emma.
"Maybe," said Bob.

Emma shot Bob a querilous look and raised an eyebrow.
Bob, addressed Kasia, even though he was staring defiantly at his wife, "We'll see."

An uncomfortable silence settled across the room for a couple of minutes.

"It won't be today, at any rate," Bob explained. "Here's the deal. You get to play with your sister today, on the condition that you clean the place up tomorrow. Then we'll decide what to do with you."

Kasia hung her head. It didn't sound very promising. She was stunned by the realisation that she most likely had her whole life planned out in front of her. A day of cleaning, then brutally raped to death by Bob and Emma, and fed into that Masher or some other machine.

But Bob had been kinda nice to her. She didn't know what to think. Maybe they were just going to use her for cleanup then finish her.

The trio finished their meal, and split a bottle of wine. Emma said she was exhausted and just wanted fall into a sleep of sweet nightmares. She crashed out on the bed leaving the other two to their devices.

"C'mon Kasia," Bob said, "It's time to see to your sister."

Kasia was keen. She thought she could at least still have some fun before they snuffed her. She grabbed Bob by the hand and dragged him towards the door. "Can I chop her with an axe? Can I gouge her eyeballs? Can I cut off her toes?"

Bob laughed at her new-found enthusiasm. "You can do whatever you want, as long as you clean up the mess."

Kasia was silent for a moment. A few minutes ago she thought she'd just be gouging eyeballs with a knife, and now a whole new vista of possibility was opening up.

"Even a machine?" she asked tentatively. She secretly hoped that choosing a machine would mean Bob could rape her again, just like with the Masher.

"Since you've been such a good sport, I'll let you choose any machine. But remember you have to clean up after."

Kasia was thrilled. "That masher was lovely," she said, "but maybe we can try a different one."

They walked together up and down the row of equipment, stopping at each so that Bob could answer technical questions that Kasia kept firing his way.

"I wish she was still alive," Kasia announced at one point. "I would have loved to make her cry for ever and ever."

"Do you like making girls cry?" Bob gently enquired.

There was a pause, then Kasia nodded. "Some girls."

"Well play your cards right, and you might get the chance. I think you already know that you're never leaving here, but perhaps you can have fun as long as you stay."

Kasia leapt at an opportunity. "Maybe you can keep me as a slave. I'll do anything," she flirted.

Bob said nothing. He didn't want to get her hopes up.

They surveyed the equipment a while longer. Just imagining what some of it would do was getting Kasia aroused.

"Maybe I'll just squash her flat. It's so yummy" she enthused.

"It's your call."

In the end she chose the Roller. A conveyor belt delivered it's prey to a four foot high steel roller that could crush pretty much anything.

The roller itself wasn't quite smooth, having ribs across the width of it which made sure it grabbed it's victim successfully lest she slip from it's grasp.

The conveyor belt itself was nothing like you'd find at a supermarket checkout. It was actually a modified bulldozer track, to withstand the tons of force the roller could produce. The belt continued beyond the roller for several feet in either direction, and terminated at scrapers which directed whatever remained on the track into a steel waste bin on wheels.

Bob showed her the simple controls. The belt and roller could turn either way and the roller's height above the conveyor was adjustable by hydraulic rams. Soon Kasia was putting it through it's paces.

Then they stripped off Maisie's bloody rags, and dragged the corpse over to the machine. One could almost imagine that little brown body still had life, were it not for the jagged hole torn between her legs.

Bob and Kasia then lifted the body onto the conveyor belt. Kasia decided that since she was already dead, she should go through head first. They arranged the corpse on the belt face down, legs tied loosely through holes on the metal plates of the conveyor, to stop her accidentally falling off. The arms were similarly restrained, stretched out ahead superman style, her head turned to face them so they could watch it pop.

"Come on then girl, we'll do it doggy style so you can watch your sister."

Bob found an old wooden packing crate of the right size, and Kasia stretched across it, facing the conveyor, her knees just touching the floor tiles.

Bob pulled down Kasia's PJ bottoms. After applying a little lube, he started prodding into her tightness with his throbbing dick.

"Oh-oh-oh," Kasia exclaimed, in a mixture of pleasure and pain. She was still tender from her earlier pounding, but it was yummy at the same time. She was panting hard with excitement and Bob enjoyed the movement it produced.

Then Bob pushed in hard, balls deep. "Yahhh!" cried Kasia, and tears sprang into her eyes. Bob kept his dick deep inside her for a few seconds, and he could feel her heart pounding.

Then he slowly withdrew and resumed with a gentle thrusting. He pressed the remote control into Kasia's hand. "I'll let you work the machine."

She clicked button to start, and with rumble and slight jolt that jiggled Maisie's corpse the belt started to move at it's lowest speed, maybe just a quarter of an inch every second. This suited Kasia fine. She wanted to enjoy this for as long as possible.

The mere anticipation of what was to come had an arousing effect on both Bob and Kasia. Bob grunted, and started pushing a little faster. Kasia started squirming and wriggling her butt, raising the pleasure for both of them. Clearly this girl was a natural. Bob realized he was taking quite a shine to her, but soon put it out his mind. He couldn't allow himself to get too attached.

Bob revelled in the tight, wet, warmth that was strangling his member. He could feel every wriggle, every pulsating wave of pleasure that Kasia was experiencing. Every breath and heartbeat, a symphony of delight. He raised the tempo, pounding her athletic cotton clad butt, as he shafted her pussy from behind with increasing ardour.

Suddenly he heard a noise behind him, and discovered that they had been joined by Emma, who had been woken by the sound of the machine starting. She was watching, fascinated, and rubbing herself through her onesie. A dark sheen had appeared at her crotch.

Maisie's little hands were now approaching the roller, which Kasia had set to run just an inch above the conveyor, thinking it would be super-duper to watch her sister's corpse be squished into an inch-thick pancake.

The three of them looked on with delighted horror, as Maisie's fingertips reached the roller, and through the inch gap.

Then finally the roller made contact with her brown hands, bound together as they were. There wasn't really any discernible noise, they were just gently pressed into the gap at first, but then there was a little pop as some of the numerous wrist bones were displaced, and then a gentle crunch.

Suddenly Maisie's dead eyes sprang open wide. Bob thought it must be a nervous reaction, but then an unholy choking sound issued from her. She coughed up some fluids and took a big gasp of air.

Jesus, thought Bob, and in surprise, stopped thrusting.

"What the f…" started Emma.

Kasia, panicking, fumbled at the controls. She went for the red stop button, but her hand was shaking, and she missed, instead hitting the button to raise the roller.

"I guess she's not as dead as we thought!" Exclaimed Bob. He shook his head in disbelief, then shrugged his shoulders, and resumed fucking Kasia.

Maisie gasped again, and started a sustained squealing, punctuated by more gasps. Her brown eyes darted from side to side as she took in the situation, and she tried to lift her head.

"Oh fuck fuck fuck," chanted Kasia, "I've fucked it up!" She seemed less concerned by the ungodly act that had occurred before her, and more by losing control of the machine. She once again grabbed at the controller, and sent the roller descending once more to it's proper place. The whole time, however, the belt had continued onwards.

Kasia realized that things were going sideways, and was about to hit the red stop button when she realized what was in store, that things could get very interesting indeed.

Her eyes locked with Maisie's. She started shouting, almost incoherently, "This is for you bitch fuck you payback time I hate you I hate you". She was practically jumping as she said it, and Bob's nutsack started to twitch, and once again he fought his urges under control.

The roller kept slowly descending, and finally made contact with the Maisie's body.
Kasia, having regained focus on the job in hand, stopped the belt moving, but allowed the roller's continued descent. Slowly it bore down into the feminine curve of Maisie's lower back.

A soft squishing sound came forth, as the gap between the roller and belt narrowed.

Eight inches. "Awwk!" squawked Maisie, "urrrgh". She was kicking with her legs, and trying to pull her arms free of their bonds, but, pinned in place, her efforts were futile.

Six inches. The puppy fat around Maisie's midriff started to bulge out, like love handles. Her increasingly desperate gasps became shallower and more frequent.

Five inches. A long, flatulent, slurping noise erupted from underneath her, as shit and gas were squeezed from her butt-hole by the pressure.

Four inches. A sudden tearing sound as her perineum was ripped open from her anus to vagina. The two orifices had become one. Then with a sudden 'splorp', her legs were pushed apart by a mass of intestines, uterus, and bladder squelching out through this newly widened cavity.

The skin of her newly formed love handles split open, and mushy white fat spewed out onto the steel plates of the conveyor.

Three inches. Now the pressure had really built up, and more intestines were squitting out with various spitting, squirting and farting noises. "Akkkkkkh," Maisie was screaming with her eyes, but her throat only managed this sad choking noise.

Two inches. A sharp pop as her spine gave way. Soft brown thighs jiggled and twitched as lumps of flesh were forcefully ejected between them.

One inch. A crescendo of wet crunching prompted Kasia to finally stop the descent of the roller. She wriggled in delight, pushing back against Bob's intense pounding.

Maisie's once rotund middle was completely flattened. Kasia was fascinated by how much it had splurged out sideways. Masie was opening and closing her mouth like a stranded goldfish, the pressure on her body such that she could no longer draw breath.

Kasia figured that she would soon be dead (again), but wanted to extend things as long as possible. She thought about putting the roller back to where it was before everything went pear shaped, starting over at the fingers. Then unbidden, the image of rolling out pastry suddenly popped into her mind and she giggled.

This little spasm nearly caused Bob to nut, and he slowed down to a gentle thrusting, trying to pace himself.

Kasia looked Maisie in the eye, gave her a big smile, and restarted the roller.

Maisie's booty started it's journey towards oblivion. This took pressure away from her chest and Maisie started gasping again, frantic ragged groans of purest agony. Her whole body felt like it was on fire, and there was nothing she could do, no escape at all from the torment.

"Noooooooooo," she managed to cry, looking at Kasia imploringly. Kasia just laughed cruelly, and returned her attention to the roller.

Now, Maisie's perfect rump was being drawn into the two-inch gap. Little pops could be heard as more vertebrae were torn apart, then a gentle sighing as the thick fat on her buttocks was spread downward and outwards.

Another dull crack, this time as her pelvis split in two, causing her little legs to splay outwards at a funny angle. Maisie was starting to resemble nothing more than roadkill, at least from the waist down.

The roller continued it's unabated movement across Masie's botty, flattening it sideways, the skin bulging at breaking point.

Unlike Maisie's squishy, viscera filled middle, her chewy buttocks, being mostly meat and bone put up more resistance to the relentless progress of the machine.

Kasia could hear the hum of the motor intensify, and the speed reduce a little. The hydraulic pistons creaked and groaned, now under tons of pressure. A clang reverberated around the room, as metal shifted against metal.

A gentle cacophony of soft ripping, squelching and popping sounds accompanied the machine, as fat oozed away from Maisie's booty, and the skin of her hips giving way as more fat squeezed from her sides like jelly. Her gluteus maximus muscles were being mashed into her increasingly shattered pelvis with an ongoing 'Thriiippppp'.

Then a series of loud bangs shook the machine, as the final fragments of Maisie's pelvis exploded under the extreme pressure, cutting through flesh and puncturing the skin. The girl's body shook and quivered with each, and her moans warbled with each shock like she was being punched in the stomach.

The remains of Maisie's jacksie was slowly splattered and spread. Skin, fat, meat and bone were pushed in a wave by the roller, continuing their sickly sounds of destruction, and flooding out on a crimson wave, finally spilling over the sides of the conveyor.

Maisie's right leg, popped out of it's socket and was pushed half way out of the churning maw, before the roller once again caught up with it and smushed it into mince.

Kasia realised that Maisie was very near death now, and so turned the speed up. After all, squishing a corpse isn't nearly as much fun.

As the motor revved, the pace of destruction increased. Maisie's little brown legs were soon turned to mulch, and finally her toes had succumbed to the roller. Still she lived.

It was time to finish her. Kasia reversed the controls, and now the belt and roller started back in their tracks, towards Maisie's chest and it's vital contents.

Passing over the already flattened sections, it once again reached her lower back, and was now drawing the larger part of her abdomen under it's power. As her thorax was pulled into the narrowing wedge, Maisie gave a gurgle and started doing her stranded fish impression again.

Bob was close to the point of no return, unable to control little squirts of precum shooting into Kasia's tight little snatch, as Kasia gave wavering little gasps of pleasure with each breath.

Maisie's ribcage soon succumbed to the roller, being forced into the narrow gap. Kasia watched in delight as her dark skin was flayed and torn from her back, leaving contrasting marbled red meat showing underneath. As her chest was crunched flat, white ribs collapsed, snapped and poked out sideways from under the roller.

Then Maisie's mouth suddenly gaped open, and a little saliva trickled out. She made a strange, strangled cough, then the trickle turned to a stream of puke, then the stream turned into a gush of stinking digestive material, perhaps from her upper intestines.

Little Maisie was being squeezed like someone stepping on an open tube of toothpaste.

Her head snapped back and her neck bulged, then with a 'glurp' and a ripping sound her stomach turned itself inside out and forced it's way up her neck.

Maisie died for the last time, as a projectile vomit of blood, shit and entrails were sent spewing towards the thrilled onlookers.

Bob finally came fully, pumping load after load of stickyness into Kasia's pliant, hungry minge.

Still the roller blithely continued on it's merry way, folding the remains of Maisie's ribcage and shattering her shoulder blades, squirting out pieces of lung in a slimy shower in all directions. Soon her neck was engulfed in gore, then that too was mashed flat, leaving only her head and arms.

Maisie's skull was by now barely attached to anything, her spine having been ground to gravel, and it resisted being pulled under the roller a little at first. As the great wheel continued, it therefore half scalped the child, first pulling her cornrows into the bloody mass before finally getting a grip on her cranium, popping it like a melon under a jackboot.

A loud wet, cracking crunch reverberated through across the factory floor. Maisie's face contorted into a bizarre puzzled expression, with her tongue forced out, then ceased to look human at all as her eyeballs popped out of her skull, and bloody snot and cerebral matter shot from her nose.

A few seconds later, her brown arms too were squished, and there was nothing left of her at all except a long grisly trail of pulp, as if she had been run over by a steam roller. Slimey blood pooled on the white tiled floor, with little islands of yellowy brown faeces, and chunks of mystery flesh that had leapt, lemming-like from the belt.

Kasia shut the machine down, and a quiet fell upon the scene. Emma was moaning, the sight, sound and pungent smell of it all had brought her to climax. Bob stood up, his engorged cock dripping with semen. He ruffled Kasia's hair and said, "Good job kiddo."

Kasia herself was over the moon. Today's rite of passage had turned her into a different person, and a thousand emotions coursed through her heart and mind. She was sure of one thing though, she wanted to stay here forever.

The machine was reversed for a final time, and Bob stood with his arms around the two ladies, the trio all sporting broad grins on their sweaty, blood streaked faces, as they watched a twelve foot long streak of wasted human flesh get scraped from the conveyor and sloppily dumped into the wheely bin.

"Well kid, you've got a helluva job to do tomorrow, that's quite a cleanup" Bob told Kasia.

"I don't mind," Kasia replied, "It'll be kinda fun."

"Well, it's late. you better grab something to eat and get back to your cell. You can put your old clothes back on if you like."

Bob escorted her back to the cell block. Before closing the door, he looked into her eyes. A gaze held a little too long. Bob realized that he would have to watch himself. Emotional attachments weren't a good idea in this game.