Chapter 9. Kenchinjiru.


Kasia ran, leaving the the woods behind her, and flew down the hill, driven by fear. She knew the others wouldn't be far behind, but for now she was out of their sight. Ahead of her was a tall chain link fence, and beyond that was some kind of compound, sprawling concrete buildings set amongst dull, neglected grassy slopes. The place had an unwelcoming governmental or military vibe to it, but under the circumstances it was an oasis of freedom. Besides, she had few options.

She could hear voices far behind. Was that Emma laughing? Kasia ran on, looking for a way in. Around the corner was a paved trackway for vehicles, the mossy green strip along its centre telling of its infrequent use, and leading to tall gates secured by a hefty chain and padlock. Kasia thought that maybe she could climb over, but then noticed the gap below. She wriggled underneath, and got stuck for a vulnerable moment, as the gates caught on her PJ covered butt, pinning her down. Then she was inside, and it began to dawn on her that maybe she had made a mistake. Whatever this place was, clearly it was abandoned, and then inevitably the others would find her and it would be all over. But she didn't have enough time to change plans, and so decided to make the best of it.

She jogged along a pathway, tufts of green sprouting between the paving slabs, then down some steps leading to a metal door. Flaking brown paint and one-way mirroring at the window. She tried to turn the knob, but it refused. Kasia's heart sank, even though it was stupid to think it would be unlocked. It had one of those mechanical push-button security combinations. Though she was out of sight for the time being, the voices were closer now, so she could pick out the odd phrase. Bob's voice, "…can't see her, I reckon she must have gone…" then Emma, "…fuckin' betrayal…slice her up good…"

1,2,3,4,5. Kasia turned the handle, and against all expectation, the knob turned easily in her hand, and she was inside. It was gloomy, with just a little light creeping in from dirty skylights. Now she began to be more hopeful. Maybe the others wouldn't find the combination. Maybe there was a phone in here.

Catching her breath, she walked down the corridor. She daren't try the lights, in case they would be seen from outside. On either side, were offices that looked like they could be part of any corporate enterprise. Kasia entered one, and found a phone with many buttons. She picked up the handset, but there was no tone. Maybe the power to the whole place was off.

Further along the corridor was a concrete staircase on the left, leading downwards. There was an electical hum coming from below, the first sign of life that Kasia had found, and so she headed down, and through another door. Then, in the darkness, there was light. Only a crack mind you, just a line of brightness under another door ahead. The door had a triangular warning sign on it, black and yellow. Kasia couldn't remember what it meant. Poison? Nuclear?

Full of trepidation, Kasia opened the door a crack and peered inside. It was some kind of laboratory, smelling of her school chemistry class and dimly lit by the artificial glow of emergency lighting. Microscopes, test tubes, and other equipment that Kasia didn't recognize covered the benches. She looked at one strange piece of electrical equipment, but the writing was in a foreign language. Along one wall was a row of large specimen jars. She looked at one, it contained some kind of lizard that looked like a little dragon, hardly bigger than she was, pickled in formaldehyde. Of course she had heard the tales of dragons in Wales, but this was the first time she had actually seen one.

At the back of the lab was a large red vault door, the sort with one of those hand wheels that work the locking mechanism. It beckoned to Kasia's curiosity. In any case it wasn't locked, and swung open easily as she tugged on the handle. Kasia stepped into the darkness beyond.

Something soft and wet dropped on her from above, covering her head. Surprised, Kasia tried to grab at it and throw it off, but it had tightly engulfed her. She couldn't breathe with this thing on her, and tried to claw at it with increasing desperation. Panic erupted into terror, and she tried to scream, but that too was stifled by the softness enveloping her.

Kasia felt a deep sense of injustice. First she was being hunted down, and instead of escape, her life would end in some kind of nightmare, vored by dragon spawn.

Nightmare! Kasia tried to force herself awake, but couldn't escape the horror, seemingly in some uncanny twighlight zone between wakefulness and sleep, unable to breathe. Then the nightmare got worse, as a surreal burning pain erupted in her stomach. Whatever that thing was, it had stung her. If only she could wake up and get free, she thought. With that thought, the nightmare slid away, only to give way to the worse reality of wakefulness.

"Oh, she's waking up!" laughed Miyu, and pressed the pillow tighter over Kasia's face. She was straddling Kasia's head with the pillow between her naked girly legs, squeezing tightly to exclude any air.

Miku looked lustfully into her sister's eyes, biting her lower lip, "Mmmm" she said, as she drove the screwdriver once more into Kasia's belly.

Kasia screamed a muffled scream, and tried to kick out, but the twins had taken the opportunity to tie her arms and legs together with their pyjama bottoms, leaving them both naked below the waist.

Miyu gleefully shouted at Kasia, throwing her own words back at her in mockery, "there's no one else here Kasia-chan! Who are we gonna torture?"

Again, Miku stabbed at Kasia's tender flesh. "It's a shame she locked all the knives away, but I suppose this will do. Lucky I found it during the hide-and-seek. I knew it would come in handy for something!" She wanted to stick it in deep into Kasia's guts, but found it surprisingly hard to push it through the abdominal muscles, like trying to cut a tough steak with a dull knife, so she changed tactics and started a rapid fire series of stabs, each one leaving a little hole in Kasia's tummy and a delicious convulsion of agony.

"It's only pain!" Miku taunted, "You'll soon forget!"

The twins found the squirming girl between their legs highly arousing, and Miyu was rubbing her naked pussy excitedly against the pillow that was smothering their captor. The twins wanted nothing more than to be inside of each other, but that would have to wait until the foreplay was over.

Kasia became more and more desperate, straining to breathe, sobbing as her lungs burnt with carbon dioxide, until she passed out in a terrified final wave of dizzyness and confusion.

Miyu kept the pillow held tight as Kasia's body went limp underneath her. It was a real power trip and made her feel horny as hell.

"Let's get her downstairs before she wakes up again," said Miku, wiping the blood from the screwdriver onto her jammies.

"Why?" countered Miyu, "we can just snuff her here. Just smash her to death and fuck her body. Maybe Bob and Emma will keep us then, they'll want someone for cleaning the place. Anyways, the electricity for all the machines is off."

Miku's face lit up with an evil smile, and laughed. "There's one machine that doesn't need…"

"The hot-tub!" Miyu interrupted, reading Miku's mind. "Time to make some soup!"

The twins dragged Kasia's limp form over to the door, then once through, they contemplated the steel stairway leading down to the factory. "Just push her," suggested Miku.

Kasia's body bounced and banged awkwardly down the steps, tumbling and rolling onto the floor below like a rag doll.

"She's cracked her head," said Miyu, observing a split temple and a small rivulet of blood pooling onto the tiles, "Hopefully she won't die just yet. Maybe some cold water will wake her up."

The tub was six feet deep, and so Bob had built raised wooden decking around it, about half way up for easy viewing and access. The twins dragged Kasia up onto this platform with difficulty, the struggle leaving Kasia's pyjama bottoms around her knees, and her top in disarray, exposing the soft nakedness of her titties. Then they dropped her into the tub on the side opposite the outboard, and secured her tied wrists to the edge of the moat leaving her legs bent, feet touching the bottom of the tank. Then Miyu turned the tap and they watched the water swirl as the tub filled.

"Its gonna take a while to fill up," said Miyu.

Miku reached over the edge and stabbed Kasia in her left breast with the screwdriver. No reaction. "I don't think she's going anywhere soon."

Mikumiyu took the opportunity to have some fun while they were waiting, starting with fingers and tongues, and culminating in sixty-nineing on the decking.

The water had reached Kasia's waist, and she started to stir. "Urrgh," she groaned, then her eyes fluttered open.

"Hello," said Miyu. "You're not dead yet. We're gonna make you into soup. It's Miku's special recipe!" Then she turned to her sister and asked, "what flavour is it Miku?"

"Well it's not rabbit, that's for sure!" replied Miku, "but bunnies like us eat vegetables, so I suppose it could be kenchinjiru soup." Then she turned to Kasia, "And after you hit your head, we thought maybe you were a cabbage, so that fits. You're as stupid as one anyways."

Miyu frowned. "Is there cabbage in kenchinjiru?" Then before her sister could speak she laughed and answered her own question, "never mind, there is in this one anyway."

Miyu pointed to the black behemoth of the outboard and joined in the torment, "Hopefully that soup blender will work, or else we'll have to drown you slowly instead. Maybe we'll just stab you full of holes until you sink. Which do you think is worse? Drowning in your own blood or getting souped?"

"I expect whichever way she goes, she'll prefer the other one," said Miku, perceptively.

Kasia's eye was involuntarily drawn to the huge propeller, waiting like a shark in the water below. Fifteen inches, she recalled. Over two hundred horsepower. Even stationary it now looked terrifying. She tried not to imagine…

"Fuck you!" she suddenly spat in fear and anger, and tried to heave herself out of the tub, only to be pushed back by Miyu, who was now wielding a broom handle. In any case, the fact that her wrists and ankles were bound made it hopeless.

Soon the water had reached her neck, and Kasia started to float upwards, shivering in the cold water. She kept trying to free her tied up hands and feet, but the twins had done a good job, tying sound knots in typically precise Japanese fashion, and the water had even caused the bindings to shrink and tighten.

A minute or two later, Miyu and Miku looked down at their hapless victim, then at the water level, and then at each other. It was time.

"Hmm. Let's see how this works," said Miku, her head cutely tilted to one side as she perused the control panel. "It looks easy enough. They're such stupid vegetables that they've even left the key in it. Why are English people so stupid?"

She turned the key, and there was a click and little red and orange warning lights came on. Then she gave Miyu a look and said, "Let's do this togther". Mikumiyu put their hands over the green start button. "Let's make kenchinjiru," Miku said quietly, and then, as one, they pressed the button.

The starter whined, and four and a half litres of V8 muscle coughed and burbled into life, settling into a lumpy idle. Kasia screamed involuntarily at the vibration and sudden noise. The twins laughed gleefully, but after a moment Miku spoke up again, "it's not souping."

"Look, here," pointed out Miyu, and pushed a lever up. The motor roared, surprisingly loud in the confines of the factory, and bubbles erupted from below.

"Nooo!" cried Kasia, "You can't!"

"It's still not working!" said Miku again. "Maybe there's gears, like in a car."

"I don't think so," argued Miyu, "I never heard of a boat with gears." She pulled the throttle back and the motor returned to a low rumble.

"What's this then?" countered Miku, and pushed another lever forward. Suddenly there was a clunk and the water behind the motor started swirling. Kasia felt the growing tug of the current pulling at her body.

"Haha! that's it! Well done sis!" cried Miyu. "Now let's untie her!"

The twins eagerly worked at the knots securing Kasia to the side, leaving her clinging to the side of the tub. Then they returned to the controls. As they slowly pushed the throttle forward, Kasia found the gentle movement of water increase to a solid pressure, pushing her legs away from the bottom and out towards the outboard. The motor revved higher, and soon she was desperately clinging by her finger tips to the side, her lithe body trailing behind her in the rapid flow.

The twins walked over to her, as she clung on for dear life.

"Bye-bye cabbage, it's been nice knowing you," said Miyu. Then she took the broom handle, and whacked it down onto Kasia's fingers.

Kasia screamed in pain as she felt a finger break, but still clung on with her right hand. Then she looked up at Miyu and started to giggle, and then started laughing hard. "Yeah, nice knowing you too, wabbit."

Miku looked across at her sister, puzzled, "It's the shock I expect," she had to shout to be heard over the noise of the engine. "People say crazy things when they're about to be souped."

Miyu lifted the broom handle one last time, and swung it towards Kasia's fingers with all her might. Wood hit flesh and Miku screamed. The broom handle clattered uselessly onto the decking as the baseball bat impacted the side of Miyu's skull.

Then Emma dropped the bat, and launched herself at the controls, cutting the engine. Bob grabbed Kasia's wrist, and effortlessly hauled her to safety.

Miku, sparing only a horrified glance back at her motionless sister, sprinted away into the the dark of the factory.

Emma had come over all motherly, and rushed to attend to her daughter.

"Well, that was exciting!" mused Bob, as he nonchalantly strolled away, back towards the facilities. Soon the factory lights came on, and a minute later he returned with the Mossberg. He looked down at Kasia, "Don't worry sweet pea, I think rabbit pie is back on the menu."

He put down the shotgun, and looked over at the erotic sight of Miyu's half naked body, as it lay awkwardly draped across the decking. He felt for a pulse. "Good, she's still alive. Later she'll wish she wasn't."

"Yay!" exclaimed Kasia, weakly. She was shivering with cold and shock, had a pounding headache, and she was bloodied and broken. But overjoyed and relieved beyond measure.

Soon Bob had dragged Miyu back to the cells. He returned and picked up the shotgun. "Well, it looks like hide-and-seek all over again, time to find that naughty wabbit."

When the lights came on, it reminded Miku of the little game they had all played the day before. But now it was different. Separated from her sister, she was shaking with fear, and her legs felt weak. She knew it was going to end badly, but what could she do? She looked at the screwdriver in her hand. Maybe she could kill herself before Bob found her, she thought. But she knew she had neither the physical or mental strength to carry that through, and so walked deeper into the factory in a surreal daze.

She thought of escaping, but knew that would be futile too. Or just handing herself in, for Bob, Emma and Kasia to do their worst. Everything was hopeless now. She couldn't believe how stupid her idea to snuff Kasia had been. As if there would be no consequences for acting out her crazy bloodlust fantasy.

She slumped down in a dark corner and began to sob. What will be, will be, she thought.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a gun action working, and she looked up to see the barrel of a shotgun pointing directly at her naked pussy.

Bob looked down at the pathetic figure before him. Miku looked deliciously vulnerable. "Wun, wabbit!" Bob said.

Miku just sat and shook her head, looking at Bob with imploring eyes. She'd had enough of that.

Bob sighed in disappointment. He really wanted her to run, so that he'd have a good excuse to find out what a supersonic one-ounce slug would do to her cute little body. On the other hand, there were more games to be played, and more machines to be tested.

He shrugged, and reached out to grab Miku by the hair. In a flash, Miku pulled out the screwdriver, and stabbed it into the back of his hand.

"Yahh! You little bitch!" he yelled, looking in disbelief at his injured paw.

Miku didn't even know why she had done that, it had just happened, and now she was running again, without reason.

Surprised, and enraged, Bob watched as she departed, and raised the gun. Her beautiful naked backside would make the perfect target, he thought as he took aim. Then he shook his head. Too easy. Too fast.

But a kind of broken sensibility had returned to Miku, and Bob followed the sound of her sobs to find her stumbling in a daze, tears running down her cheeks. This time he easily wrestled the screwdriver from her hand and led her back to the cells without further struggle.

The twins remained locked in the cell, without food or any contact from the family. And there they would stay until they were needed for the family's entertainment.

The next morning, Emma was changing Kasia's dressings. Luckily the cuts to her stomach were only superficial, although would likely leave little scars. Her head had needed stitches, and Emma had done the best she could using fishing line. "Understand this," Emma said sternly, "If you get sick, there will be no doctors for you. I don't know what we'd do with you to be honest." Then she laughed, an evil twinkle in her eye, "probably just dump you in the lime pit. If you're lucky, we might snuff you first."

Despite the laughter and teasing, there was an undercurrent of truth. They both realized that would probably be the only practical solution if Kasia became seriously ill.

Kasia looked glumly at her bandaged hand. "Will my finger be O.k.?"

"The splint should see that it will heal, but it might be a bit crooked. A good reminder not to be so careless in the future young lady. Anyway, cheer up, tomorrow we're going to deal with the twins. I know you'd like your revenge, so maybe come up with some ideas, and we'll see what we can do."

Later, Emma and Bob brought Kasia a home cooked lunch.

"I thought this would be appropriate, it's rabbit pie," Emma said with a giggle, as she served up in the kitchenette. "Don't worry, it's made from actual rabbits, we still have our playthings locked safely away."

In view of her ordeal, the adults spent some extra time with Kasia, helping to mend the mental scars as well as the physical ones. They had a good chat over lunch, then Kasia hung around with Bob as he worked again in the factory. He had finally fixed up the water slide, and connected a pump to make it all work.

"You can try it out tomorrow, if you like," he suggested, "I'm sure Emma won't mind."

"Maybe I won't. It's too quick. I think something special should happen to them - you know - more torturey."

Bob nodded approvingly. "Good. That bitch was using one of my best screwdrivers, lucky she didn't ruin it. Kids have no respect for property these days."

As he wondered what devious plan Kasia might come up with to avenge the mis-use of his screwdriver, he realised he was getting a boner. He smiled. Clearly his dick had faith in the girl.

That evening, Kasia lay in bed contemplating Mikumiyu's fate. She was tempted at first by the hamster wheel, but felt the sisters' status as twins called for something special. She really wanted the worst fate for them, mere splatter wouldn't be enough. Then inspiration borne of a mixture of hornyness, revenge and a couple of spliffs led her to formulate a deliciously nasty plan, one she was sure would meet with Emma's full approval.