Chapter 5. An Unconventional Arrangement.


Bob woke with a start, disoriented. For a moment, he didn't know where he was, then the familiar sight of the bedroom entered his consciousness.

"You okay?" Emma asked him, looking concerned and a little scared.

Bob took a moment to collect his thoughts. The dread from the dream was still palpable and he was drenched in sweat, "Nightmare."

"God, I thought you were having a fit or something."

Of course it had been a nightmare Bob thought, all the signs were there, the uncanny sense of things being wrong, the darkness, the anxiety. Bob lay back, replaying it in his mind before it could fade. "It was a doozy."

"You wanna tell me about it?"

Bob nodded. They always shared their dreams. "Breakfast," he said.

So Bob recounted the horror to his wife over the breakfast table. She put a comforting hand on his knee. "So what does it mean?"

Maybe it was worry about their relationship thought Bob. Maybe a warning about his feelings for Kasia. He said nothing, he had found that the truth in dreams tended to emerge over time.

Emma had a much more pragmatic take. "Well, whatever it means, It would be a glorious way for her to go. Maybe we should just follow your dream. I know you're fond of her, but we're in this game for the splatter, not for long term, lovey-dovey relationships."

Bob reminded her that she had already agreed to a quick kill, and Emma shrugged. "Well just make sure you do it, or maybe your dream will come true."

During the morning, apart from a visit to get Kasia started with the cleaning, Bob and Emma stayed around the farm. They trusted her enough to allow her full access to the factory, so she could perform her duties, but she was still captive there. No escape.

Emma went to check on the animals, and Bob did some video editing in the study.

After lunch, Bob had a serious love making session with Emma while re-watching the previous day's events in the bedroom, but his mind kept flashing back to the dream, and Kasia.

He was reluctantly steeling himself for the job ahead. He decided that he would slit her throat when she was least expecting it. She would black out within seconds, and die peacefully.

Through the day they watched Kasia's movements through the camera system, and were pleased to see that, true to her word, she undertook to clean up the mess; shovelling the remains of her mother and sister into bins, dumping bins into the pit, then hosing and scrubbing in and around the machinery, and finally mopping the floor. It was a full day's work.

The sun was getting low, and Bob and Emma, made their way back into the factory. Kasia met them, very pleased with herself. "I cleaned the whole place!" she said enthusiastically.

They inspected everything, as sure enough, she had done a great job. Emma gave Bob a nudge in the ribs, and shot him a meaningful look. It was time.

"Great job kiddo," Bob said. He wanted everything to appear normal, so she wouldn't suspect anything. He looked her up and down, her PJs looked like she had been dragged through a slaughter house.

"I think you need a shower," he laughed. He turned to Emma, and with a wink said, "I'm going to get this girl cleaned up, I'll see you back at the house in a while."

"Just make sure everything's taken care of before you leave," Emma said cryptically, and gave him a kiss.

Bob and Kasia headed upstairs to the shower, as Emma returned to the farmhouse.

Kasia had seen the wink and knew exactly what that meant. No doubt Bob had a 'special treat' for her being such a good girl. As soon as they were in the bathroom, she stripped off her dirty clothes, and flashed a stellar smile at Bob, gyrating in a kind of sexy dance, and biting her lower lip.

Cleaning gore all day had made her horny, and now she was glad it was playtime. Bob had intended to snuff her while she showered, but now his libido had got the better of him.

"Fuck it," he thought, "I'll give her what we both want, and then I'll do it. At least she'll die happy."

Bob undressed, and stepped into the shower with her. After soaping each other down, Kasia lept onto Bob, flinging her arms around his thick neck, and her supple legs around his waist. Then she lowered herself onto his cock, and they fucked like animals.

Kasia bounced up and down on his boner enthusiastically, forcefully French kissing him with her luscious lips, her tongue striving to play with his. He occasionally slammed her into the wall, thrusting hard into her as he did so. She seemed to delight in this, mewling at his pounding domination of her.

Bob had just shot his load into her soapy twat, when they were interrupted by an insistent beeping.

"Bollocks," said Bob, "I've got to check this, sweetheart."

Dripping and naked, he trotted from the shower, and into the lounge. It was the intruder alert. Checking the cameras, he spotted Dave's van. "I've got to go, sweetie. I'll be back soon".

Bob hoped that there hadn't been trouble with the payment transfer. They never spoke by phone, as it was deemed to risky to leave an electronic trail.

Emma met Bob at Dave's van. She looked suspiciously at his wet hair and damp t-shirt. "Well?" she asked.

"I'll do it later. Let's see what Bob wants first."

Exasperated, Emma muttered," for fuck's sake Bob." But it wasn't the right time to start a row about it, so then held her tongue.

Dave opened the back of the van. They peered into the gloomy interior. There was something covered by a tarp. Next to that, bound and gagged, was another delivery.

"Fucking hell Dave," Bob exclaimed, "You're going to have to slow down, we haven't finished the last lot yet!"

"I'll take her away again if you like," Dave replied gruffly, "But you still pay 'alf."

Bob laughed reassuringly, "No, no, that's fine mate, she looks like a fine specimen, we'll take her."

"You serious about that 'slowing down' thing?"

Bob gave Dave a wry look. "Nah, keep 'em coming if you can, just don't take any chances. Make hay while the sun shines I say."

The new guest wasn't cooperating, kicking and squirming violently. In the end they decided she'd be a bit of a handful to get down the stairs, and elected to deliver her via the machine hatch directly onto the factory floor.

Bob pressed the remote. A twenty foot section of the concrete floor opened up. The new barn had an X-Y crane just like the one in the factory. Bob brought the hoist over, and hooked it onto the fresh delivery, then as Dave started lower the girl, Bob climbed down the ladder.

He waited at the bottom as the woman slowly descended, muffled cries coming from her ball-gagged mouth. Suddenly Kasia was at his side. She watched the fresh meat coming towards them, "Yay!"

At the familiar voice, Dave's beady eyes looked down at the faces peering up at him, and gave Bob and Kasia a quizzical look. He didn't say anything though. No questions asked.

"Ok Dave, we got this," Bob called.

"There's one more thing, come 'ave a gander," said Dave, tapping the side of his beak-like nose. He was a curious little fellow, in his fifties, with a weaselly face, slight stoop, and a thick gold chain draped around his scrawny neck. A character from a Dickens novel thrown 150 years into the future. If there was one word that summed him up, it was 'dodgy'.

Appearances can be deceptive. This was all part of an act. Many criminals use a legitimate business as a front for their more nefarious activities. Dave went a stage further, and used petty crime as cover for his more lucrative pursuits. A deception within a deception.

The guy was as sharp as a tack, and skillful in silently penetrating buildings, hacking computer systems, laying decoys, and subverting any attempts to track him. But most just knew him as 'Dodgy Dave.'

Bob climbed back up the ladder. Dave pulled back the tarp, and revealed an outboard motor, the sort used on speedboats.

"What's that?" asked Bob.

"Well some of my boys were doing a little job down at the docks, and things got a bit sticky. This was part of the haul. It's too hot for my liking. I just wanna see the back of it, these things are all have numbers these days, an' fencing ain't my game. I just wanna get rid, pronto. It's yours if you want it."

Bob smiled at Dave's 'stay lucky' lingo and cockney accent. He scratched his beard. "I s'pose I could find some use for it. Sure."

So the outboard was lowered too. Below, Kasia looked at it with great interest, wondering what Bob would do with it.

Dave saluted a goodbye, Columbo style, climbed back into his van and drove off into the night.

A few minutes later Bob, Emma and Kasia were in the cell, looking down at the new catch. She was wriggling and squirming on the floor, bound and hogtied with ropes, still trying to shout through her gag. The most prominent feature, was her size. This was one big heifer, and quite a pretty one too, as far as they could tell.

"I can't be arsed to deal with that right now." Bob said, "She can wait till morning. By then she might have calmed down a bit."

He looked at Kasia. "Looks like you've landed yourself another cleaning job, girl". Emma stared at him defiantly, with her hands on her hips.

Kasia realized that she had been lucky to be treated so well. A night tied up on a cold hard floor didn't sound like much fun. Then Bob spoke to her. "You can stay in the lounge tonight, as long as you behave yourself. Get a good night's sleep, big day tomorrow." Then thought, "and your last, too," as a pang of remorse tore at his heart.

An hour later, Kasia was curled up warm in that big soft bed. She did wonder why there was a damp patch in the middle, but it was way better than the cell all the same. "I'm sure I won't be able to sleep," she told herself, but within minutes exhaustion overtook her and she was out like a light.

Back in the farmhouse, Emma turned to Bob. She wasn't happy. "So what the fuck is going on?"

"I was about to do it," Bob explained reasonably, "but the alarm went off. Now I'm thinking we could use her for cleanup again."

"OK, last chance," his wife declared. "Do it after she's cleaned up the new one, or I will. She's got two days. To be honest, it's not fair. I'd should be torturing that little whore, and you're undermining me. I'm giving you an easy option here, and you're taking advantage."

She carried on with her tirade, "And if I snuff her, believe me, I won't be worrying about how much mess it makes, or who gets to clean it up."

Bob rarely saw her this angry. But it was understandable. Emma was jealous, and she wanted to take it out on Kasia. He could see that Kasia could drive a wedge between them, and knew that he had to do what was promised, or things would come to a head. Every relationship has it's breaking point.

Bob and Emma were back at the factory by 8 am. The viewing lounge smelled of frying bacon, as Kasia had fixed herself a substantial breakfast in the galley. She finished that off, and declared, "I'm still hungry," as she returned to the kitchen, re-emerging a few minutes later with a big bowl of porridge with sultanas and honey.

Bob revelled in her teenage appetite, "eat all you want," he told her, "it's going to be a long day."

"Yes, you must," added Emma, licking her lips, "You're going to need your strength."

Kasia thought she was acting a bit creepily, and the story of Hansel and Gretel came to mind. The wicked witch fattening them up before consuming them. Still, she knew she had nothing to worry about, Bob had told her she could stay. The thought of being a willing sex slave in this paradise enchanted her.

The couple left Kasia to her own devices, then suited and booted, they tooled themselves up and went to the cell block. Their new guest had managed to wriggle into the corner of the cell, and had propped herself up against the wall.

She tried to speak, "Mmmmffff."

Emma went over to her and removed the gag. It had dried snot and saliva stuck to it, and she tossed it into the sink.

The woman silently worked her jaw a few times, clearly it had more or less seized up after having the gag forced into it for so long. She looked at Emma through teary eyes, unable to speak. Eventually she offered, "What do you want with me?"

"Well, sweet cheeks," Emma explained with a smile, "we haven't really decided on the details yet. But we plan to slowly snuff you in the most tortuous and messy way possible, using your dying body for our selfish sexual gratification. If you play your cards right, It could all be over by teatime."

There was no need to deceive this lone female with sweet talk, and Emma was having fun mentally breaking her.

The young woman was silent for a while. Then said in a wavering voice, "I need to pee."

Bob grabbed her by a rope and hefted her away from the corner. He felt the weight, looked at Emma, and chuckled, "It's a good thing we're not paying Dave by the pound, or else I'd be bankrupt!"

He dropped her face down onto the floor and her forehead bounced off the tiles with a painful sounding clunk. Emma sat on her legs and Bob kept her pinned down with a knee between her shoulder blades. He untied the ropes then stood up. The woman continued to lie there.

Emma clearly wanted to elicit some kind of reaction, so she stepped around and flicked a boot into her kidneys.

"Uuurgh" The woman moaned.

"Get up, you fat cow," Emma barked.

The girl started to get up. Having been tied for so long, her limbs had cramped, and she was struggling to even get on her knees. Eventually she managed to shakily stand.

She was nearly as tall as Bob, and she was big. She had a young, full face, with flushed complexion, framed by tresses of auburn hair cascading down past her chubby neck. Huge 38H breasts couldn't be disguised even by the unflattering black dress she was wearing. She still had a bit of a waist though, even with a muffin top spreading out over her tight waistband.

Her hips were wide too, although perhaps not as extreme as Magda's had been, but her ass managed to be rotund, but somehow still pert, Bob thought there must be a good bit of meat under that fat.

Her legs too were massive; thunder thighs that gave way to heavy calves that looked like they had been poured into her large black boots, overflowing a little at the top.

Emma allowed her to stagger to the toilet, where she sat and pissed like a horse.

She was still unsteady on her feet so Bob told her to sit on the bed. At that moment Kasia entered the room, and looked at the heifer sitting there with interest. Bob turned to her and said, "Kasia dear, could you pop upstairs and fix this girl a protein shake, and some of that porridge?"

A few minutes later Kasia returned with the goodies. By then Emma had established that the girl was nineteen years old, and called Rachael. She guzzled the strawberry shake down, and started to get her strength back. She looked at the porridge, but her ordeal had stripped her of her appetite.

"You will eat it!" demanded Emma, but Rachael just shook her head.

Emma pulled out her blade. "Eat!" she shouted and put the point of the knife against Rachael's throat, just enough to break the skin. Rachael reached for the spoon, and started putting the porridge into her mouth. There was no appetite there, just a mechanical motion. Porridge. Mouth. Swallow. Repeat.

After a minute or two, she started to falter, but a flash of steel forced her onwards. Eventually the bowl was empty.

"Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, don'cha think?" Emma asked sternly.

Rachael nodded compliantly.

"Good. Kasia darling, go get her some more," Emma cackled.
This time Kasia took longer to appear, but returned with a plate of baked beans on toast, 2 packets of biscuits, and thoughtfully, mugs of tea for all.

"She's certainly eager to please," thought Bob.

The force feeding of Rachael continued until everything was finished, washed down with two pints of tea.

Then the four of them moved to the processing room. She was dealt with in the usual way.

Stripping her revealed she had a fulsome, Rubenesque figure which on an older woman would be flabby. But on Rachael, her taut youthful skin kept everything in place. The largest pyjamas hugged her form nicely, tightly wrapping around her impressive rump. Bob thought her tits would look better supported, rather than flapping around, and made her put her bra back on. With a belt accentuating her waistline and sporting an award-winning cleavage, she looked pretty damn hot, a sexy plus-sized model.

Rachael (19) 38H-32-42 1.88m 110kg

After recording the details in his book, Bob smiled at Emma and said "Well this one is definitely my turn. It's a lot of meat, and I think I know what we both have in mind."

As a general rule, the bigger an animal is, the longer it takes to die. All things considered, within the context of the factory, this was a good thing.

Rachael was frog-marched to some warehouse-style roller shutter doors at the back of the factory. Beyond this was a shortish tunnel, big enough to drive a van through, then more shutters.

Kasia hadn't seen this area before, and was excited as to what was at the end of this mystery tour.

Soon they were in what appeared to be a garage. There were shelves on one side, with bottles of antifreeze, engine oil, and assorted tools and spare parts. Kasia recognized an air filter but not much else. A hose reel sat in one corner, and a welder in another.

Opposite the shelves were three machines were under tarps. "What's those?" Kasia asked, curiosity getting the better of her. She peeled back a corner of a sheet, and dropped it again when she saw a row of sharp spikes. "Oh my God." she cried excitedly, as if she had just seen the holy grail.

"Not using those today," Bob replied tersely, "they're not ready yet."

Emma, stepped forward, to a large blue steel door ahead of them. She pulled a long lever on it, and it responded with a clang, freeing the bolts that held it fast. Then she put her weight behind it and it slowly swung open.

Beyond, was darkness. Kasia could feel her heart pounding. Bob flicked some switches on the wall. With an electrical zap and a hum, arrays of metal-halide lamps flickered into life, gradually brightening as they warmed up. They reavealed a large, brilliantly lit, circular room, perhaps fifty feet across.

It was empty. White concrete walls were punctuated at intervals with steel rings, for tying ropes to, and reached up to a high ceiling; a dull lattice of beams that held cameras as well as the lights. Below was a steel floor, with a knurled texture and a manhole cover in the middle.

Kasia felt a sense of anticlimax. She couln't see any machines. She looked up and wondered if they were going to drop weights on the giantess from above, but couldn't really see beyond the glare of the lights.

Bob prodded Rachael in the back with the shotgun, "In." Soon they were standing in the middle of the Arena.

Without warning, Emma suddenly swung at Rachael's head with the bat, hitting her jaw with a bone-shattering whack of reverberating wood and cracking bone.

Rachael dropped instantly, falling to the floor like a sack of potatoes, concussed by her broken jaw. A little blood trickled down her chin.

"I'll go fetch a few things," Bob said, "Do you two ladies think you can handle her until I get back?"

"Sure thing," said Emma. Bob handed her the shotgun, then left the girls to deal with the captive.

Back in the workshop, Bob started filling a wheeled cage with everything needed to do a bit of forest clearance.

He started with long lengths of steel cable and a hand winch. Boxes of fittings, straps, spikes, and other miscellaneous hardware were added to the pile. Then sledgehammers, an felling axe, blow torch and a chainsaw were all hefted into the trolley. He looked around and spotted an anvil. He wasn't sure what was needed, so he brought everything he could think of.

Finally he added a bag containing Emma's exotic collection of toys, and her spiky boots. "That kinda blows the whole 'woodland management' cover story," he thought with a grin.

While he was away, the two girls worked as a team, tying Rachael's hands and feet. They didn't need her to wake up and start running about the place before they were ready.

Then Rachael picked up the shotgun, and worked the pump action. Then swaying her hips provocatively, and pouting a little with a carnal smile, she turned and pointed it at Kasia's belly.

Aghast, Kasia stepped back a pace.

"I can see why he fancies you," said Emma, "I do too, to be honest. You're delicious, I just wanna eat you up. What do you think I should do with you?"

Kasia thought that any ideas she had, were unlikely to meet Emma's approval, and so said nothing.

Emma dreamily carried on with her stream of consciousness. "Bob's machines are great, but sometimes it's just so much more fun to take the hands-on approach, don't you think? I might even let you choose. Sledgehammer or axe? Knife-dildo or Ripper? Should I carve the meat off your bones first or after? It looks soooo tasty. I'd probably start with those yummy titties, or those tender cheeks; I'll let you choose. Any recipe suggestions? If you're a good girl I'll let you have a taste before you go in the Masher"

She sighed. "So many choices, so few girls. If you can't choose, how about a bit of everything? An axe swing here, A smash with the hammer there, then, once you're really in the mood, we could play with the toys, and then prepare lunch."

"B-B-Bob said I could stay," Kasia stammered. "He said I could be a slave, and have fun as long as I stayed." On retelling Bob's conversation, Kasia realised that, despite his kindness to her, he had chosen his words carefully, and that she had fooled herself with wishful thinking.

"Well Bob's too nice for his own good sometimes. And we made an agreement, he's promised you to me. And I promised to put you in the Masher, just like your mum. And I intend to make sure we both keep our side of the bargain. Maybe if you're a good girl, I won't be nasty to you first. It really depends how I feel. Right now I'd like to spend days, slowly fucking you to death, you nasty little WHORE! And if Bob hadn't been such a softy, you'd already be dead by now, and not be standing there trying to think up recipes."

A moment later, they could hear a squeaky wheel, as Bob pushed the trolley down the tunnel. Emma pointed the gun back at Rachael, who was still sleeping peacefully.

As soon as he came in through the blue door, Kasia ran over and flung her arms around him. "Bob!" she wailed.

"What's up, buttercup?" He looked at Emma pointing the gun at Rachael. "Our guest isn't causing trouble I hope?"

Kasia had tears streaming down her face, "She's going to eat me!" Realising this sounded totally retarded, Kasia tried again, "I wanna know what's going to happen to me!" Bob looked down at her, and was shaken by her beauty. It just tore at his heart in a way that was utterly unbearable.

Emma interjected, shrieking, "I just fucking told you, you stupid little bitch. I'm going to have days of fun hearing you scream, then you're going into the Masher, toes first! If you still have any toes left by then! Ten toes! Ten days!"

Bob thought she was getting a bit unhinged. He hadn't seen her this bad before, and now he was concerned that she had the gun, which was now pointing at Kasia again. He hurried Kasia out of the Arena, and swung the big door shut.

Then, he strode over to Emma. She was in tears. "Fuck, Bob, what's happening to me?"

Bob gently took the gun from her. "I think we need to have a heart-to-heart."

Bob, Emma and Kasia sat in the viewing lounge. It was nothing a nice cup of Welsh tea couldn't solve, thought Bob. Both the girls seemed traumatised. Kasia was shaking, and Emma's tear stained face was sullen and guilty.

"So what happened back there?" Bob asked gently. Neither of the girls spoke up. Bob sighed, and went over to the computer. It had all been recorded. He watched the episode in the Arena unfold, then scratched his beard.

"Well, Emma," he said, matter-of-factly, "you're quite right. That's what we should do."

A dread overtook Kasia. "So this is it," she thought, "this is how it ends, they're going to torture and eat me. This is why they saved me until last."

"That's what we should do," Bob continued, "but that's not what's going to happen."

Emma spoke up. "We had an agreement, Bob."

"Yeah, well, sometimes rules have to be broken. I pretty much always let you have your way, because I respect and love you. And it's true that you hold power over me, you twist me round your finger, and I let you because of my undying devotion."

"But I'm the man. I made everything here, a playground for us both. It's the age-old balance of power. You bewitch me in a carnal trance, but I provide you with everything you have. You could destroy my soul, and I could beat you to death with my bare fists, cave-man style. I know it's not a fashionable idea these days, but there it is."

Emma nodded contritely. He had a point.

Bob continued, "I've got a proposal."

An hour later everyone was happy. Emma was stunned by Bob's forthright command of the situation, and had renewed respect for him. Bob was awed at Emma's ability to transcend her feelings of jealousy and defer to the higher principle of their devoted union. And his solution was brilliantly simple.

Kasia was to be their adopted daughter, and sex slave. Emma had been told by the doctors that she could never have kids, which Bob thought probably contributed to her instability, and after his exposition, the solution felt right, if somewhat unconventional. "Daughter with benefits," as Bob put it.

Emma had solemnly promised not to eat Kasia without her consent, and Bob had agreed that Kasia had to work for her keep, cleaning and snuffing as required, and go on the pill. A pregnancy would be highly inconvenient.

Between times, she could live a life of leisure, living within the factory; free to watch TV, play video games, and enjoy romps with Bob and Emma. Bob promised to get her some gym equipment and a sun-bed so she could stay in shape, and Emma would fix her up with a selection of outfits, some practical, some sexy.

It had been explained to her that she had a contractual obligation to be confined to the dungeon, with a re-appraisal on a yearly basis.

Kasia was overjoyed, not only to have been taken off the menu, but to have the coolest job and best parents in the world.

"Well, I guess it's time to celebrate," Bob said with a cheeky grin, "Anyone got any recipe ideas?"

"Yay!"